Cerne travelled slowly along the coast, searching for seashells and sea glass. They would make good additions to his bone reading kit. Head bowed against freezing rain, Cerne gave a soft huff as he plucked several pretty shells from the sand, cleaned them in the saltwater, then placed them gingerly into his hareskin sack. Soon, he would have enough materials to begin his bone readings.

A stranger approached as Cerne was filling his pouch. It held several hare bones, the shells, and a large, obsidian orb; his pouch was now very heavy. He would need to get a new one, and soon. He offered the woman a small smile, then gestured with a paw to the various items.

"These are my divination tools. I will use the orb to scry, and the bones and shells are for bone readings." Cerne looked down to the pouch once more. It was not complete yet — it held far too few items, but he supposed he had enough for a simple reading, so he asked, "Would you care for a reading?"