This is a series of vignettes centred around a fictional Tavern in the Magic Multiverse.
“HOW deep is your trust in Destiny?” the soothsayer asked. “Do you think you can outrun it? Do you think you can alter Fate when Fate has spoken?”
The visitor to the soothsayer’s tent dropped another coin onto the saucer with the words, “Just tell me what I want to know.”
“I am a servant of Destiny,” replied the man of clairvoyance. “Do not mistake my abilities as those that are subservient to mortal lives.”
The visitor dropped another coin onto the saucer, saying, “You’re not helping.”
A sigh escaped the soothsayer, making him shake his head. But he did say, “Very well. I bend Fate to your insignificant whim.”