"Probably," Xanadu agreed. But the assumption didn't change the fact he was there. The table was short in height, circular in shape. Chair were made up of four pillows that looked like they were on the verge of needing replacement.
Close by, Xanadu's hand brushed over a few different sets of tarot cards. The one she finally selected had notches cut into the sides so that she knew the face and position of the card. While shuffling the cards, one fell from the pack onto the table. The seer frowned and placed her hand down on it flatly so she could determine how it fell. It's placement was a poor coincidence for such practiced fingers.