Emmaline found that her mood had lifted considerably since she had shed her tail. Part of her felt some shame. Halfdan wasn't a bad sort for a pirate and he was certain to take failing Markus personally. Well the fault on that score was Markus' for saddling her with the hulking chaperone in the first place. Tobaro was doubtlessly a dangerous city, but Emmaline had grown up in Altdorf, and not in the better parts of it either and had no fear of cities. 

After perhaps half an hour of wandering she found what she was looking for. Tobaro didn't have a magic quater, the way the College district in Altdorf was, but the relaxed approach to the craft meant that any city on Tilea had far more in the way or arcane resources than an Imperial city of a comparable size. In Tabaro the street was actually cut back into the cliffs, though it didn't seem to be connected to any deeper tunnels beyond its old cul de sac. The street was lined with stores cut into the rock and the fronts of the building were painted with gaudy sigils in a variety of bright colors. So far as Emmaline could tell none of them were actually spells or wards, just interesting looking designs meant to evoke an aura of the mystical. Old women with crystal balls stood in front of several stores, others shouted that they would cast bones or tell fortunes. Simple healing spells to rid you of the pox and other such inducements were shouted to passers by at a volume that would have lead to a visit from the witch hunters back home.

"Girl! Come here and I shall brew you a love potion!" a toothless old hag yelled.

"Come here and I will show you how to turn lead to gold!"

"Come here Dawn Star and I shall tell you your fortune," a man of indeterminate age called. Emmaline paused and turned to look at him. He was a frustratingly average sort of man, neither short nor tall, fat nor slim, neither handsome or ugly. His only remakrable feature was an enormous cloth of gold turban that seemed to clash horribly with his simple home spun tunic.

"Why do you call me Dawn Star," Emmaline enquired. The fellow grinned becoming her closer with quick gestures of his left hand.

"That is your name is it not?" he asked innocently.

"Sort of," Emmaline returned curtly. The literal translation of Morganstern was 'Dawn Star' which anyone might know, but this seer didn't have any reason to know her name.

"Would you like to see your future?" he asked. Emmaline folded her arms beneath her breasts.

"Sure," she replied. The seer held out his hand in demand of payment.

"I predict you will pay me," he said with a wiley grin. Emmaline snorted and pulled a gold coin from her pouch.

"A gold mark then," she said, extending the coin between thumb and forefinger.

"That is a silver schilling," he objected with a hurt look.

"Not if you change it in the next half hour it isn't," Emmaline argued. The seer considered it for a moment and nodded his approval.

"This is true," he agreed and plucked the faux coin from her fingers, making it disappear into thin air. Rather than engaging in any theatrics with crystal balls or smoke, he pulled a simple mirror of polished silver from his turban and held it up to her eyes.

"What do you see..."

Emmaline blinked, peering at her reflection in the wavy imperfection of the mirror. At first there was nothing but as she watched she saw Markus, but over laid somehow with another man, both of them were dangerous but very different. Suddenly images and light began to tumble past and Emmaline cried out, almost falling, but the mirror somehow held her transfixed. She rushed down a pair of paths so fast that the lines jumbled, assaulted by images she didn't understand until suddenly she was standing naked and in the dark. A pair of bright green serpentine eyes opened and a mouth that belonged to no human and no snake hissed a single word and...

Emmaline snapped back to the present, the seer dropped his mirror which was now smoking and bubbling like heated mercury. 

"What... what have you done?" he demeanded, but Emmaline was already striding away, she had wasted enough of her day with fortunes, she had some shopping to do and then, she supposed, she would head back to the inn and find Markus.