[ Yeah, kind of sounds like it's all bullshit, buddy. Even if there's somehow a kernel of truth embedded in there — doesn't seem like it's a particularly big kernel. Or even an accurate one. How would anyone in this world know, anyway?

Amos inclines his head, tone conversational enough. ]

So you just did cold reading. Cards didn't have anything to do with it. Not really.

[ That is to say, yeah, this is definitely bullshit. He takes a look around, at the various signs on other people's tunics. ]

This is all pretty elaborate for some bullshit, though.