[The cards... 'calling out to him'. Itachi's eyes narrow, now drawing comparison to the tea readings practiced by some mystics, as well as the whole class of divination magic in this place. Whether or not he believes they'll accurately portray anything about him, he's compelled to come forward and sit.]
How much coin?
[That may be more troublesome. Unemployed - with no mercenary terrorist organization funding his basic needs - he's found his pockets much lighter than usual. A strange and ordinary problem he's never had to deal with before.]
Would you be willing to trade something else? Assuming you deem it of comparable worth.
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How much coin?
[That may be more troublesome. Unemployed - with no mercenary terrorist organization funding his basic needs - he's found his pockets much lighter than usual. A strange and ordinary problem he's never had to deal with before.]
Would you be willing to trade something else? Assuming you deem it of comparable worth.