"I should hope not. I would hate for you to put me out of a job."
Xanadu held up the card for Logan to see. On it was the image of a horned, hairy devil. (It did, humorously enough, bare a striking resemblance to the man the blind woman had no way of visualizing or she might have been inclined to believe the card was about him after all.) The card itself was relatively simple and lack detail or accompanying symbols.
"I don't suppose you have a brother? Maybe some other relative? Violent, angry?"
Xanadu needed more information. She drew another card. This one looked like a pretty maiden wearing a crown and holding a scepter.
"Maybe a sister? Or actually..." Xanadu's mind ran through words used to describe The Empress; fruitfulness, action, the unknown, clandestine. "...a daughter?"