Monster the Vamelfaer
Sells all the Shubi
Serin - Town Square - Fortune Teller Tent
A few hours later Serin had finally finished setting up his tent and everything was in order. The sign had been placed outside, marking his business as a fortune teller, and he was waiting patiently inside for his first customer. Admittedly, he had dozed off once or twice. It was odd that the people here would be so skittish about coming to him, but to be fair, a lot of strange things had been happening lately. The tremors had not gone unnoticed, he had simply ignored them. Apparently not everyone felt the same. "If this keeps up, I may end up leaving Abaddon sooner than I thought," Serin muttered to himself. It was a shame, really. He actually did like it here, but business was business.