Scarengi smiles to Cheyanne.

"You know how important it is, to be an island of decency, when in an ocean of evil. We vistani remember our debts, are you six are always welcome in our camp."

Scarengi looks to Ms. Pendergast, a look of sympathy comes to his face.

"Weve looked these last three years, and have not come across him yet."

The door at the back of the wagon opens to reveal a shapely young woman with dark, expressive eyes. She smiles shyly, then settles nearby, beside the fire.

“This,” Scarengi proclaims proudly, “is my beautiful daughter Valana. She will tell your fortune again. In hopes to guide you”

Valana looks to the six of you in turn.

"Hello my old friends. It is good to see you well. Its been three years since we last saw you. Though... you all seem younger."

Her eyes widen with realization.

"I see.... youve not met us before... This must all seem very suspitious to you Grey."

She has brought with her a flat pan and a handfull of stone.

"I suppose you have questions youd like answered, my father is.... slippery and ominous, and has answered none of your questions?"

She shoots him a glare while he smiles, wrinkles bunching at the corners of his eyes.