Preston set his tray down carefully on the side so as not to disturb the cards Death was dealing and flipping. He sat in the seat across from him. "Yae as well, mate." Though Preston wasn't one hundred percent sure. Death was a little bit of a dick that night at Adrian's room party. He looked down at the cards again. Tarot.
"Do yae ask questions or just let them interpret and tell a story? Twas always curious."