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Just off to the side of the road
sits a small Bender. The brightly adorned tent sits snugly
behind an inviting camp fire. A simple tripod dangles a small
kettle over the warm flames. Nearby a horse sighs under a
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| A woman clad in nearly as many colours as the tent waits on a stool. With out looking up she smiles and says, "I am Madame Putsha la Chiromancienne, a Shuvani of the old ways. Do come and be welcome by my fire and sit with me. give me your hand and I will show you the mysteries within." |  |
