Ravenloft - Tser Pool
None of you are minded to trust these Vistani, though in truth there are but few of them here, maybe half a dozen seated near the wagons. None of offer a greeting in return as Qvar addresses them. Indeed all of them continue to stare ...
... until one at last rises, with almost deliberate slowness and with a desultory gesture bids you follow him.
You notice a few colourful round tents pitched outside the circle of ornately decorated wagons, and it is to one of these that the man strides. In contrast with his earlier indolence, he walks quickly, seemingly with little concern whether you keep up or not, though he does not take you far, for the largest of the tents is set not much distant to the others.
Ducking his head inside, your erstwhile guide speaks, his words muffled. You hear no response, though it is but a second before he turns back, lifting the flap and waving you inside with a derisive smile.
Within the tent, sitting on a low divan that is festooned with cushions and draped with brightly coloured material, is Madame Eva, though she is perhaps not what you expected.
The old woman before you is enormous, for a moment seeming more like an ogre or a small giant than the ancient, wrinkled human she is. She hunches over a table that is dwarfed by her bulk, and her black eyes gleam as she shuffles a deck of weathered playing cards. A small lantern hangs above her, bathing her with flickering light. Her hands are bony and spotted with age. When she speaks, her voice crackles like dry weeds.
"At last you have arrived !"