[Ah, so that sort of game. Chronos was passingly familiar with it, as those who dabbled in the art of divining one's fate via cards frequented the same outcast circles as mercenaries and foreigners within Fódlan. He personally had seen no point in engaging in it - a mercenary's fate was a rather cut and dry thing - but here, in this strange land where his final fate had been usurped...]
Understood.
[...so, on a whim, he decided to play along. He reached out and settled his hand over the deck of cards.]
no subject
Understood.
[...so, on a whim, he decided to play along. He reached out and settled his hand over the deck of cards.]