[ah, a man turned believer. except— there is nothing that this humble medicine seller is trying to sell; no faith, no military contracts. in a way it was a selfish way for him to figure out the individuals of this place, of who, if any, would pose some kind of trouble regarding the exorcisms of the spiritual kind.

after a moment, the medicine seller starts putting his cards back together into a deck.]

It was just a children's game.

[wasn't it? he had explained as much. but— then he smiles, fangs showing momentarily.]

Sometimes, a heart is clear in its intentions. I cannot read the future, and neither can the cards, but the current self is different.

Don't worry, I do not intend to speak a word of this to anyone else.