"Bibliomancy's amusing to me," Raziel said as he flipped over the fourth card, how others perceived his attitude, and it showed Judgment. A great balancing of all things, and a resolution finally at hand. Well, yes, clearly. "find a passage that suits, and go with it? Pah. You'd be better off tossing down bones." He smirked as he finally flipped the last card over, the obstacle he could not overcome: The nine of swords - Cruelty. Inescapable guilt and grief over things that had come to pass. Appropriate. He put the cards back in the deck and gently offered them to her. "Shuffle for as long as you feel is necessary, then hand them back to me. Remember that they are not divining your future, only emotions and desires that you may keep buried."
He took another sip of tea, smirking a little, "Nobody truly needs divining, it's simply a hobby or pastime. Tarot was a game played by royalty, who often used the same deck to play something akin to poker, back in the 1400s. They enjoyed knowing their fates just as much as any human does, and that's why it's still so popular."