The room is hazy with smoke, lazily drifting through the air from the hanging incense burners. You push aside the diaphanous curtain and take your seat across the table from a woman in robes. She doesn't look at you as she moves her hands over the cards, her attention focused on a faraway place. The smell of roses fills your senses as she begins to speak, her words a cascade of music as she tells you your fate. Will you be happy with you Divination?