"Right..." Well, he was already here and he doubted he'd have time over the next day to come back, so into the tent Dane went. Inside the small tent is what appears to be a fortune telling booth. No fortune teller... not a single person around... just... a booth... As you approach closer to the pedestaled glass box, torches on the ground around the tent erupt in a blue light... revealing... a mechanical cucco. The cucco's eyes turn red and it begins to speak... "Welcome to Carmena the Cucco's Palace... I was created by Burana, the legendary fortune teller, and left here because we knew you would arrive. We also knew you'd be willing to part with a measly ten rupees for the trouble of placing this booth here just for you. Just feed them into the machine, and I will lay the egg that was predetermined for your arrival. If you are not willing to part with the rupee's then our prediction could not be true yet, and it is not time for us to tell your fortune... But beware! If it IS your time, and you refuse this fortune out of spite, you will forever be unaware of the secret you were destined to receive! Dare you tempt... fate? Then the cucco's eyes grow dim and it's robotic head points down as though sleeping. Dane raises an eyebrow at the mechanical contraption and looks at Bubby.

"Well, there's your answer to the mysterious giving of artifacts. She probably stocked it up with a bunch of 'em until she could come back. Might as well give it a try." The machine whirrs and clanks loudly, rocking back and forth the cucco's eyes light up, its wings spread, and its head points toward the ceiling... 

"Macs-a Ylsuoiv-bo si, Siht Nom'k!" A mist swirls around the booth, dark and foreboding, and as the chant completes, she lets out a loud crow, and stands up. An egg pops out of the cucco and into a small hole in its synthetic nest. Dane hear it roll down through the mechanisms until finally, a slot pops open revealing his egg. "Carry this egg, and in a few hours, (maybe even less, depending on your exposure to sunlight...) It will hatch! Revealing the harbinger of your fortune within! Do not try to break the fortune out... or it will perish undeveloped. The fortune must identify you, feel your warmth to determine who the fortune is for... that it is really you..." Picking up the egg and looking it over, Dane shakes his head and heads back out of the tent with Bubby in tow and looks around, noting that the sun is at about the noon position.

"Well, it's about lunch time. Wanna get some food?"