Gex was in a daze, and not one of the hashish good ones, he stumbled up from the table, barely managed to get out of the door, he felt like he was having an out of body experience, but he wasn't outside of his body.

Weird.

Somehow, his little legs moved, and he found himself at a stall for Osirion goods somehow, his mind reeled as the seller tried to pawn off some old discounted goods to some of the others nearby, he waved the seller off with a hand, but watched the others as the witches words rang through his head, each card, but specifically "the inverted moon - there is discord on the horizon", it had such....weight to it, and he struggled under the implications, feeling like the sky was pushing down upon him. "...there is an extreme imbalance and a reckoning coming..." he began to hyper ventilate, the stress of it all coming down upon him like an anvil upon his shoulders, the world began to blur, and the horizon skipped in his vision as he fell to the floor.