Clint awakes in the dim, his chest and body quite stiff and sore like he was run over by a stampede of four-legged beasts. Rubbing his chest he groggily reaches out an arm to right himself. His arm comes into contact with the back of a cushy-clothed couch attached to a boothed round table. Aubrey is dealing cards in a cross pattern.

"Ugh, did I win?"

"Uh... Nope, how you feeling?"

"Like I've made some poor life decisions"

"Speaking of life decisions how about a reading."

"Hm? What's that? Chicken bones?"

"Well, cards..."

"Alright, hit me." Clint sits up ignoring the protest coming from his body telling him to lay back down. His body didn't get much say in the matter and it knew better to just go along with it. Clint kept it alive thus far.

"Starting at the Center in the 1st position, what are your current beliefs that prevent you from reaching enlightenment? The Upright Ace of Charisma.

"Hm..." Clint examines the card. There seems to be a divine light radiantly shining around this other worldly being of architecture. That being is offering a sword probably magical in nature.

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"A new opportunity and a time of manifestation and abundance."

"Um... sorry?" Clint rubs the back of his head confused. Aubrey smiles and patiently explains further.

"Aces commonly represent new beginnings, opportunities, and potential. In this case, The Ace of Charisma provides you with the means within the material plane to securely obtain security and fulfillment. Are you ready to accept the gifts offered to make your dreams a reality? It's yours if you are willing to receive it."

"I guess? I mean Yeah..." It sounded a bit familiar, the gift he received recently in the Cloakwood was already a lot, was there more to the gift? The Goddess asked him to be one of her knights? Some knight he was. If he couldn't defeat one man, how could he be any help to a god?

He was just a farm boy after all, well... was... Clint's thoughts turned to darker times. A mysterious group of assassins hunted his family down and burned it all. Clint is barreling through life like he might not have anything left to lose. He has nothing, but rage and sorrow with no real target or clues to search for. Just the words of a madman's last dying breath on the futility of life.

Aubrey sensing something off about the currents in Clint's mood, she presses on.

"Selûne teaches self-reliance. Even if we are afforded every opportunity, it is on us to make use of those gifts. We are the ones that must put in the blood, sweat, and tears. Hard work takes time, dedication, and patience to make seeds grow."

Clint could see the sweltering determination and it was hard not to be swept away by her intensity. Clint sat up a little straighter and couldn't help, but smile.

"You had enough?" Aubrey dares.

"No, please continue." Clint laughs getting into the spirit of things.