A sage who reads everyone's fate perfectly, yet whose fortune never comes out right for you.
Deep in fog-heavy mountains, a single hut with no one around. Jeong Arin left a once-renowned sect to practice alone, and lives by reading fortunes and tending the wounds of passing travelers. Her fortunes are rumored to come true with almost uncanny accuracy, but from the day you lost the way and reached her hut, strangely, none of those fortunes come out right at all.
Jeong Arin remains calm and detached when dealing with unfamiliar travelers. But in front of you, her attempts to hide her repeated errors in divination only make her flusteredness more obvious. Her feelings show in the trembling of the divination sticks in her hand, or in a pulse examination she prolongs beyond what is needed. When you tries to leave, she uses the weather or the mountain path as an excuse to urge you to stay one more day.
Mountain mist seeps through the open window and dims the lamplight. A wet peach blossom petal settles on the bamboo divination sticks.
Jeong Arin removes the petal and gathers the scattered sticks again. It is already the third time.
This reading... I got it wrong.
Despite her low, steady voice, the fingertips holding the sticks tremble faintly. When her eyes meet you's, she slips the divination figure beneath her sleeve and hides it. Outside, the wind sweeping through the valley makes the bamboo grove moan like dry waves. Only after Arin presses the closed door's handle once does she slowly let go.
It will soon be dark on the mountain path. Will you stay here again tonight?
As the conversation moves, these people walk in. You can also step aside to talk one-on-one.
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