<img src="images/npcs/oldwoman.gif" align="right">Madam Yendia the Fortune Teller sits on a pillow in her tent, ignoring the activity around her as she thinks to herself. Hearing the rustling sound of you entering the tent, her wrinkled eyes dart open.

"Welcome adventurer. May I read your fortune? Much to say have I. Only 20 Rupees, if you do not mind."

A small figure walks over to this old woman, read fortunes... Possum spit! That's impossible, no one can do that. But how intriguing, I am somehow tempted by this old ladies offer. "Damnit!" He mutters, after convincing himself that his twenty rupees might be worth it. He gives her a glare as if to warn her that this better not be a trick, before pulling out a bag of rupees... "18, 19, 20!" He ties the sack and wraps it around his hand. "I wish to have my fortune told, madam." He kneels, before presenting the bag to her. "Twenty hard-earned rupees."

"Hmm fortune telling? Oh whats to loose, besides 20 ruppes. Ill give it a try madam."Denning pulls out a red ruppe.

The Old Lady cakcles as she rubs her fingers over her eyes.

To Grenada she speaks first,

"War will bring great prosperity to your brother-in-law."

And now Denning,

"At the third knock be sure to open the door."

Pende shuffles over to the old lady after hearing her give acouple pridictions. "Nonsense, one can't see the future. The future can be altered and bended at will by the decisions of thousands of random people. But, it could be fun."

Pende: Fortune to brother-in-law? Hey Grenda, I didn't know you were married! Or is it one of your siblings the one with the spouse? anyways, I'd like to have my fate predicted as well, lady.

Pende presents 20 rupees to the old crown.

Grenada gives a thoroughly confused look toward the fortune teller. "War... to my brother-in-law?" He shakes his head, as he turns to leave. Exitting out the tent flap, he returns with a sign that says "Rip-Off" and places it on the front of the tent. He soon begin walking around looking at the other peculiar people.

The Old Woman cackles as she rubs her eyes.

To Pende:

"A string of green shall be your undoing."

Darilan sees the sign Grenada put down, and he agrees, it is a rip-off. He didn't have to hear Pende's fortune before he got to thinking that. He didn't believe fortunes; no one could predict the future, except for the goddesses. He listened to them when they spoke of what was to come.

If he pays, he wants to know where his money is going. So he asks, "Excuse me, ma'am? Does the money you recieve benifit any charities, or other organizations good to the Kingdom of Hyrule." He blushes a little bit, feeling what he asked was rude.

"I wasted 20 rupees for this?!" Pende thinks. he leaves the building and puts a sign that reads "ditto" next to Grenda's sign.

Somewhere near Darilan stands a person who soaks up information, but isn't one to pay for it; someone who makes sure to see everything, but won't make new seeworthies for that purpose; yes--someone who probably knows more than you wish he did, but you know he could have been listening if he wanted to so really it was your fault for not speaking more quietly.

Arco blinks.

"War will bring great prosperity to your brother-in-law."
"At the third knock be sure to open the door."
"A string of green shall be your undoing."

He nods, as if those disjointed excuses for fortunes were profound peaks in logic. Somewhere in the back of your head you get the feeling that he's memorizing the 'fortunes' and is planning to use them someday.

Leon looks quizzically at the old woman.He thinks,'This is crazy,I don't believe in fortunes...'he whispers to Darilan,"Hey,I don't think she'll want to donate all that money...she's keeping it for herself.".Leon then strides away,not thinking that twenty Rupees is a price is worth a fortune that has a very small chance to be right.

there is no way in this world that i will ever pay some old hag to pretend she can tell me my future.

As Raven explores the caravan he sees the fortune tellers tent and two signs placed in front of it. Rip-Off, Ditto he reads. What strange way to advertise a business. he thinks as he continues to explore the caravan.

Alpha sighs. He reads the signs out front that show that at least some people had been sorely disappointed. But if there is even the slightest chance that this woman can answer some of his questions...
He walks inside and gives the woman a bag of rupees. "Please," he asks in an anxious voice, "what can you tell me?"

A traveling Sheikah sees the caravan. "Rip Off....Ditto..." Malciore observes the two signs. "Seeing from the looks of things it must be a waste of cash. But Everyone is capable to change their destney. So, telling fortunes is a waste, not to mention its wrong. People should find out the future for them selves." malciore paused. "I've really got to stop talking to myself all the time."