[It's a kindness, to play the ignorant: Oran had just been about to change his mind when the card is whisked away back into the deck, and as far as he knows, it's gone for good.

He hides his disappointment behind a sigh of relief, taking another sip of coffee and then recomposing himself with a grin.]

I think you might find yourself welcome here... there are a lot of people looking to know what the Augur won't tell them. Someone who can interpret its predictions... I'd say you could make a lot of coin, but this city has barely two pieces to rub together.

[Flattering, but apologetic; Oran knows it's a strange change of pace to go to trade and sex when gold pieces had been the only thing he'd been chasing for months.]