Silvertip Mountain peaceable

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"Yeah," he said.  "And if you do it right, they can tell you shit about the future.  Luck, love, things to come."  There were many ways to divine the future, and Aesop was versed in several.  Of them, he found the stars to be the more pure, the most reputable.  To this day Aesop was refining that ability, but he did so cautiously.  He never looked into his own future, and he always made sure to take that which he learned with a grain of salt.  More often than not, he kept his divinations to himself.

She announced her intentions to depart, and he nodded.  Though the encounter was far from unpleasant, something about the woman made Aesop uncomfortable.  She was beautiful, pristine, and her behavior matched.  Beside her, he felt rough and uncouth, though he would hardly admit to feeling so.  "Yeah, me too.  Things to do n' all.  Nice meetin' you and all," said he, and then he nodded and began to work his way back down the rough slope.