Ankyra Sound Seaglass

Cerne shook his head, smiling good-naturedly at the boy. "There is no cost. I merely seek to hone my craft with a set of new tools." All tools needed to be broken in, after all. He took the pouch from his neck and gently untied it. His last reading had not gone well, but he had hope for this next one as he eyed the boy. "What question do you wish to know the answer to? What keeps you up at night?"