[Text] / [Location: a cafe in Speares]

[personaldemon]

Does anyone know if transfer of credits can be accomplished from one person to another, here? So far all I have managed is using them at the stores or with the hatches, and as it happens this 'allowance' they give us isn't really adequate.

Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.

....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.

If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.

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[angry_salad]

It hits a nerve and it shows--Arthur's brow narrows, and he sits up a little straighter than necessary. No, he doesn't believe in magic--but that loyal dog comment had been made once before. In anger, in snide remarks just before they parted ways.

Arthur doesn't believe in things like magic, no--you can't poke holes in magic because by definition magic defies logic.

But he's seen a dragon, and he knows a few people around here are vampires, and he can't help but think maybe--just maybe--this guy's right.

"You said you do this for a living?" Not commenting on what happened. What it was about.

[personaldemon]

If the young man has no questions regarding his reading-- or none he is willing to ask-- far be it from Jason to force them upon him. He leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together atop the table.

"It is one of the things I do for a living."