The Tangle Know Thy Neighbor

Cerne gave her an easy grin. "There is no price, except honesty. Lies interfere with the readings," or so his mother had taught him, "And you must remain open-minded. Neither I nor the bones can tell all." He did not have much in his pouch yet; a pawful of bones, pebbles, and shells. Eventually, he would make a larger pouch, but for now, this would work for the basics.

He removed the pouch from his neck, removing the cordage so she could look within to see it's contents. Cerne then looked to Rosalyn. "What questions have you for the bones, madam?"