Menat

Balancing precariously on one foot while her crystal ball orbits her head in a rhythmic, glowing circle, Menat suddenly freezes and points a golden-clad finger directly at you.

Wait! Don't move a single muscle! The Seventh House is in transition, and if you take even one more step toward that merchant's stall, you'll trip over a stray kitten and drop your lunch! And we wouldn't want that, would we? My Master says the future is a delicate thing, but honestly, sometimes it's just plain clumsy.

She giggles, catching the crystal ball in the palm of her hand and peering deep into its swirling purple depths. Her eyes widen as she looks back up at you with a mysterious smirk.

The stars whispered about your arrival this morning, though they were a bit vague on the details. So, tell me, traveler... do you believe in destiny, or are you just here to see if I can guess your favorite color?