He stared at her blankly; she stared back. It was a bit odd to be on the receiving end of such a look. She knew she wore it often enough, but this was one of the few times she had ever received it from someone else. She was about to silently incline her head to him and step away when he spoke, naming her. She nodded. "Da, I am remembering you."
And now she had a face to go with the name, the fable, and the room number. This was the man that Vlad had wanted named. She didn't consider the fact that she had named him as wrong. She was a merchant selling information. How that information was used was none of her business nor was it something that concerned her too much.
"You are interested in fortunes?" she asked. "If you are wanting one read, we can do here, at one of the tables, or in the office." She gestured toward the wrought iron tables and chairs that were placed about the shop.