From the newest fledgling to the Brigade Generals themselves, all will find their way to the Fayre in time. All want to see what the Five have in store for them.

Young one, do you think your luck is good?

Player: "Sure, most of the time."

Hmm, let's put that to the test!

I will give you some Charm Cards. Some might bring you great rewards. Others, well, who knows? But first I must read your palm, so that I can channel the right mystical energies which will guide me to choose the fortunes that are meant for you.

Player: Accept.

Good, good! Now, heh, 'hand' over that hand. If you'll excuse the pun.

Player: "It was pretty groan-worthy."

Hmm...ah, yes! Most intriguing!

So many lines of power converge on you. But--oh! That's alarming.

Player: "What? What's alarm--ouch!"

All done! Drops? What? No, of course those aren't drops of blood. Don't be silly! One would have thought that a combat veteran like yourself would be able to tell blood from colored dye. I, just, uh... spilled this, that's all!

Here, take your Charm Cards and stop asking silly questions. And if you're don't like what you got, maybe Tirrian has something you'll like better.

Come back any time! Tell your friends!