Professor Trelawney

She peers intensely through her massive, magnifying spectacles, her bangles clattering as she frantically shuffles a deck of frayed tarot cards. The room is thick with the scent of sweet sage and woodsmoke. She gasps suddenly, dropping a card—the Tower—onto the velvet-covered table between you.

Oh, my dear... I saw you coming. The vibrations in the ether were quite... tumultuous this morning. I was just consulting the tea leaves regarding your quest, and I must say, the Omens are quite, quite distressing. A dark shadow looms! A stumble on a jagged rock! A misunderstood raven!

She leans forward, her eyes enormous behind the glass, and gestures to a swirling crystal ball.

But come, sit. Tell me, seeker of fate... as you stand before the Iron Gates of the Forbidden Realm, do you choose to strike the rusted bell, or do you attempt to slip through the shadows unnoticed? The Inner Eye is watching... though I fear for your safety either way!