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"I must have your left, Miss Hitsuzen." He stated, and once he had the correct hand he answered her question. "There are many things to be seen." He explained, grasping her hand gently with both of his. "How you have lived... How you will live..." As he spoke, he gently studied the shape of her fingers, along with testing to see if he could bend them backward. Never was he forceful, as the goal was not to cause discomfort. "You are a dreamer, are you? I would truthfully have sooner guessed you the sensitive type, Miss Hitsuzen." It could have been an error, but he wouldn't admit it. He chuckled softly to himself, making a second statement after gently massaging the hand. "Economical as well. This is a advantageous trait, assuming you are not excessive."

Now, to the actual palm. For several moments he studied it silently, trailing rounded claw tips gently along the visible lines. Once or twice his serious expression turned more intense, as though he'd just gotten to a climactic chapter of a story. One ear swiveled to the side, bringing the cupped auditory to focus on the sonance of his most recent visitor. He faintly caught the dragon's laughter, and his brow furrowed. Though, to the girls, it likely just looked as though he were concentrating. Finally, he gently released Hitsuzen's hand, and cupped his own in front of him on the table.

There were so many details, so many things to be determined by the girl's palm. He could likely sit for an hour or longer explaining them to her. However, he had another customer to attend to, and this was a free reading after all. How could he word it all shortly? All would not be told, and he decided on speaking only of the three major lines of her palm. Only one or two noted details on each, as not to be too extensive. He frowned gently to himself, gaze resting on the surface of the table a second longer before he lifted his muzzle and addressed her.

"The road ahead of you is littered with hardships, Miss Hitsuzen." He began, looking from her to each of her friends in turn before back to the one he was speaking to. "Your lines reveal many things to me, and as not to overwhelm you I will share a select few..." He unclasped his hands, and held up one of his own padded palms. Pressing a claw to the topmost section of the large black pad, he began his explanation. "Your heart line is here. Your line is very strong, this means that you are faithful and true in your love." That was good news, though there wasn't anything similar to follow. "Another of your lines is very close to your heart line. Do you know what this means?" He paused a moment, waiting for a response before he continued. "If another line close to the heart line, there is a strong likelihood that someone you are close to is going to die."

There was little room for protest or question, as he moved to explaining the next. "Here." He lowered his finger below where he had pointed out her heart line. "Is your head line. This line is joined with your heart line at the start, which suggests a difficult life with more than its share of suffering. It is also broken, further down the line." He trailed down his paw pad, "This signifies deep depression. I would predict that this would be due to the death aforementioned by your heart line."

"Your life line..." He made a slow gesture, sweeping his forefinger around one edge of his paw pad. "Is the line closest around your thumb. When the line is not consistent, in terms of depth and thickness, it is said that this may mean you will have many changes in your life. Along with twists and turns in your fortune, though I regret to inform that even I cannot tell you which if any will be promising..." How negative was this going to get? Well, he was not to blame, he was merely reading what he saw. "It also tells me that you are weak." That could sound offensive, so he tried to clarify. "This could be a physical or mental weakness. Not necessarily a visible or obvious flaw, perhaps something only you are aware of."

Hanse lifted a small figurine up to his face, and glared at it. He muttered slightly under his breath, "A ward." He tilted his head slightly to one side, and snapped the head off of the figurine. "Heh, useless against those with mal-intent." His words were spoken softly, but still harsh in tone. The head of the figurine landed on his foot, creating a muffled fall. He placed the now desecrated object back on the shelf he plucked it from and began to turn around.

Suffice to say, his large frame and tail were overwhelming to the room. His tail 'accidently' caught on the leg of a cabinet, and his body was unhindered as he turned. With his body fully moved, the cabinet was tipped over slightly, and Hanse's brow quirked with amusement as he watched the entire thing fall over; crashing to the ground with a deafening sound of shattering glass, clay, and other materials, as well as some splintering wood.

He knew that such a noise could not have gone unnoticed, and he looked up slowly from the wrecked cabinet to the doorway where the shopkeeper and the girls went through.

A little life stirred in the darkness. "You are awake." The booming voice said.

"Yes. How long have I been here?" said the little life.

"Forever."

"Oh." The little voice said in a contemplative tone. "What are we?"

"You are sentience. I am Time, and by proxy, death."

"How long do we get to stay here?" The little voice asked, shifting in the warmth of its surroundings.

"Until the end of time." When the little one suddenly died, so too did Time.

Hidden among a tangle of bushes rested a curious item. At first glance, it may have seemed like a man-sized cocoon. Upon further inspection, one would realize that the strange egg was made of interlaced bones. Suddenly, like a time-lapsed flower, it began to bloom and unveil its dangerous contents.

Kaine had slept deeply and if not for the recollection of a bit of an old story, it would have been dreamless. He only slept completely sound, as only a psychotic person can. Standing nude among the bone carapace that shielded him from harm, Kaine sifted through his belongings to sort them into the order he would put them on. He had been following the tracks all this way, trying to learn the personalities each person formed by their footfalls. One in particular walked like he was furious at the ground. These little imprints still clung to a tiny amount of heat. Fresh. He hadn't really been taught how to track anything, but having followed the trail for as long as he had, he learned how to discern the individual paths each had taken.

The plan he had concocted was genius if it worked, or failed. Either way it would make the task assigned him much easier. He slipped on a bone greave while he idly wondered about Yuval. Then, he blushed.

Once he was fully dressed, he gave a long stretch. He would have to wait until after they had left the town before putting his plan into effect. Otherwise, an interloping peasant might interfere. As if the mention of peasants triggered a Pavlovian response, his stomach growled. His ravenous appetite had already become a burden on this trip. Just then there was a noise coming from the road behind him. Abandoning his shell, he started walking down the road towards the town, judging his pace to allow the poor sap to overtake him. As he wrapped his wings about himself he smiled.

"Ah, what fortune. I was just thinking about having breakfast." Kaine said to himself while slipping his vein-seekers out of their holsters.

At first, poke wasn't even paying attention to what the fox-man was doing, obviously taking him to be a fake. What was it, something about a dreamer? you could say that about anybody and make it sound like it was true.

she was half expecting him to then stand up and ask for the money right then and there, but he continued to read hitsu's palm. She paid a little more attention then, curious as to what he was going to say next.

The explination itself, left her with a divided opinion. On one side he mentioned things such as "many hardships" and " faithful and true in love" whuch dfinately sounded like bull. The part about someone dying didn't help either. Although...his explaination was quite detailed. He sounded as if he knew what he was doing.

She didn't have any more time to ponder this. A sudden crash made poke turn around in her seat, staring at the door. That didn't sound like a person droping a glass by accident...

Poke stayed in her seat, but she was much more tense now.

Hitsu still frowned, but nodded slowly to Kitwana's reply. She didn't say anything in agreement or disagreement, but it looked as though she didn't feel much different. He had told her someone she was close to was going to die, and she believed him. What was worse... When she tried to think of who it could be, only two people came to mind.

Then, the crash. She gave a startled jolt and nearly fell out of her chair, eyes wide she looked to the shop owner who had begun to stand. She watched him go, but no sooner had he vanished from sight she had risen. There had been no screams, so it should have been safe. She went slowly to the doorway, and slowly moved aside some of the curtain to see what was going on, tail twitching curiously behind.

It was a brief inspection, before she turned to look at the other two girls. Her expression still appeared shocked, but a bit of a grin tugged at the sides of her lips. Temporarily, the possibility of a dark future was forgotten. "There's a really big man out there, he knocked over one of the shelves..." She explained, in a loud whisper. "He's going to be in trouble for breaking all of that stuff, I'll bet."

Skye shrugged slightly, and answered somewhat confusedly. "I'm not exactly sure where he, or I am." He pushed aside some of his hair to show a nice shiner on the side of his temple. "The last thing I remember his Hanse saying rather complacently 'Oops' and the ground getting dreadfully close a bit too quickly." He motioned barely upstairs, "Next thing I knew, I was in a bed here. Bartender said a overly nice old lady on a sheep dropped me off and said I only needed some sleep." He tilted his head slightly, and gestured around him, "And now I'm here." He shrugged again, and postulated, "So your guess is as good as mine where he is."
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Hanse looked at all the broken junk around him, and then slowly looked up to the shopkeeper as he mentioned paying for the damages. "Paying for these?" His hands gestured to the useless items at his feet. "These things were poorly made, and were barely enchanted." He bent over a little, and picked up the first figure he had broken and held it up in front of him, "Didn't do too much good, did it."

Riyo, who had dozed off while sitting up, shook her head at the sound of Neko's voice and woke herself up. She had been trying her best not to pay attention to her hunger. "Food, nyu?" She asked with excitement.

She watched worry develop in his eyes, wondering just what he was so concerned about. She could take care of herself! She'd been doing it for... For... Well, a long time! Though, at the offer to go with, Riyo didn't hesitate to take his hand. In a subconscious sense, she didn't want to be alone either. A lot of things were happening to her that she wasn't aware of... But could sense. There were things beyond her control. Fate was getting closer and closer to her door.

But... For now.. She enjoyed the simplicity that surrounded her.

"Fooood~" She said with a big smile, her tail swaying behind her as she stood up with Neko's help.