Cora stared into the different colored eyes of the seer, oracle and cult leader. Whatever Rose was she certainly was a busy schemer. A talented weaver of plots. How much about her was real and how much was a persona she’d crafted and modified for her needs? Was this the seer selling her talent Cora was dealing with or the cult leader? Or something else entirely. What exactly was this woman who called herself Rose?
Rose stared back at her for a long moment before breaking the silence. The cultists who had lead Cora here waited outside.
“I see you’ve changed since the last time we met.” Rose said. “How did you do it?”
“You don’t know?” Cora asked.
“Remember what I said last time?” Rose asked.
“I do.” Cora said. “And I think you’re a fraud. Likely in several ways.”
“Was it worth it?
