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[color=b03300]”So just go with my gut huh?”[/color] Sanzoku said as she was presented with the face down deck of cards. She looked thoughtful for a half second and then gave a short laugh and said [color=b03300]”Well now, that won't be a problem. Lets go wiiiiith you, you, you, you, you aaaaand you”[/color] while quickly plucking card after card from the pile and popping them down as instructed. The woman wasn't one for half measures, so she wasn't going to naysay or second guess Humaru’s work. Also it was free, so, no need to worry about getting her money’s worth.

Safe to say then, that the sell-sword was entirely onboard with the reading in the moment, which left her perfectly primed to be taken aback by the first one being about a defeat. A very literal reading of that was certainly accurate, considering the defeat, and death, that had broken her former mercenary company. 

Flowing from that into the talk of changing her way of thinking in response to that defeat, the physical representation of which was idly resting in her arm, and she swiftly went from being open to this to actually believing there was real power here. Considering there was an ice slinging coffee salesman somewhere behind her, that wasn't exactly an absurd proposition now was it.

[color=b03300]”I can see why you're so popular”[/color] she murmured, before looking a touch sheepish at interrupting and apologizing [color=b03300]”Sorry. Keep going”[/color]

The woman furrowed her brow and pursed her lips in thought as she listened to the remaining four cards. A focus on openness and relationships certainly was an interesting through-line, though she had to smile at the last point a little. She had to balance the scales when it came to paying Himaru back for this free reading after all. It wasn't the only scale that needed re-balancing in the short term either however, which made her assume that had been a true reading. William owed her, or said he owed her, after all and she had a possession of his to return as well but she did wonder what else it might imply in the longer term.

[color=b03300]”Well now, you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about”[/color] she said to Himaru. Then she looked down at the cards again and mulled about whether she should heed the advice about being open, really opener rather than just cheerfully affable, even with this partial stranger, when a pair of folded letters drifted down and landed neatly on the devil card, on her, or rather now their, the path ahead.

Sanzoku blinked in confusion about that for a moment, and then started when she realized they hadn't come from Mimaru a heartbeat later. She stepped back, hand on her Kanabō’s and looking up to try and find the source of the dropped letters, just barely catching sight of the pink body of a Gligar gliding its way over a rooftop. Once out of sight, the pokemon landed in the arms of one of a pair of unremarkable commoners, who’s marks had both conveniently been in the exact same location.

Any worry from the unseen pair that Sanzoku might go running after their messenger mon was dispelled when the sell-sword glanced back at the letters and noticed a tiny drawing of the symbol of the shogun on the letter, along with her name on one, and Himaru on the other. That certainly gave her pause.

[color=b03300]”What in the world?”[/color] she murmured, picking up the letter addressed to her and giving it a quick read, her eyes widening with surprise initially before her expression turned to a hard grin. Her little intervention just kept on handing her boons, or so it seemed. It wasn't every day the shogun came looking to hire you after all. Though after the reading she did have to wonder about how she was going to tip the scales back. Considering the lateness of her intervention in the battle, this all hardly seemed fair.

[color=b03300]”Marrow, burn this for me would you sweetie?”[/color] she told her Houndor, who after giving her a little look of confusion did as he was told and lit the letter with a lick of flame, quickly reducing it to [b]ember[/b]s. She stepped back and let the glowing ashes fall, before stomping on them for good measure, all to ensure she didn’t cause any accidents with Himaru’s stall.

Speaking of Himaru, she wondered what the other woman was feeling about this turn of her own fate. She resisted making a joke about if she could have predicted this and instead held out her hand and said [color=b03300]”If that one says the same as mine, then I can do the same for yours as well”[/color] offering to burn the fortune teller’s own note once she was finished reading.