Josiah leaned back in his chair with a small groan, lifting his arms high above his head until he felt the kinks in his back pop. He was an attractive young man with a rather pale complexion and fair hair. Reaching forward he picked up a deck of cards and shuffled it a few times before ringing a small bell that sat on his desk, signaling his last client of the day to enter.
To be completely honest, he was exhausted. While there had always been a certain amount of people willing to have their fortunes read, whether in earnest or in jest, it had almost never amounted to much more than enough coin to keep him going for another day. Now, however, people of all ages and gender were practically lined up outside his door from morning until night, waiting to hear his readings, and pay handsomely
