The tall brunette with the well polished tusks stomped into the entry hall of 44 Hillstreet, waving in her left hand a ridicuously small appearing bag.
?Ghranit! Look what I got!? She called out, sounding as excited as she may have over finding a claymore the perfect size for Bob, her one eyed and one eared teddy bear.
?Oh stop it with the short jokes, won?t you?? Ghranit grumbled. Mostly into his beard though. He only riled Helga when there was immediate benefit to him doing so. However, he would have needed binoculars to see what Helga held up too high for a human with decent eyesight to make out.
?I found the uber-awesomest absolutely latest in predic-whatever-you-call-it.? She plopped down on the mat in front of the counter and waved the wee bag closer to Ghranit?s eye-level. ?Now we won?t have to waste all that time with investigating cases and we?ll be rich betting on the sports.?
"Rich... no more doing stupid cases... this might have some possibilities," the money signs already taking place of his pupils. "Alright, let's see what you got your hands on."
"And you can have all the ale in Rhydin." Helga upended the ridiculously small bag. Out tumbled a small cardboard box, only minimally larger than a regular size box of match sticks. On the cover was a drawing of a long-bearded, wrinkely dwarf (?) with pointy ears.
All the ale in Rhydin - that was a sure fire way to get him on board. Ghranit chuckled at that thought as he picked up the small box to inspect it. With raised brows at the questionable artwork, he opened it and pulled out the contents.
"Ah, Helga, I am not sure what you think this is going to help with. What are these for again?"
"They are the absolute newest in devices for predic-what-ever-you-call-it, also called mini Tarot cards." Helga sounded enormously proud of her most recent acquisition. "Look, they have pretty pictures on them, nothing to read at all." That there were also numbers on some of the cards the half ogre had obviously not yet noticed.
"Ah geez, we are supposed to make a fortune using card reading?" Instantly regretting not muttering that one into his beard. "You know how to use these?" Was the first question he could possibly think of to ask.
"Who said anything about reading?!! We just look at the pretty pictures." She titlted her head slightly to the side to contemplate his question. She must have come to a positive conclusion, because a moment later she nodded, smiling wide.
"Yes, nothing to it. I'll prove it to you." Granit could almost see the light flicking on behind her eyes. "I'm going to be the new magic do-hickies sports caster."
Ghranit stroked his beard in thought. It might be worth it to at least look into it. If nothing else, he could actually start doing some research to 'help' Helga's predictions. After all, this was about betting and making money, right?
"Alright, show me how this is going to work."
"First we have to pick someone who's actually likely to do the magic stuff this week." Helga painstakingly picked up the cards Ghranit had so carelessly strewn about. "Then we shuffle these with the persona in mind, like so."
Ghranit moved behind the counter to pull out one of the many files that were kept up front for easy access, the most recent DoM standings. He muttered to himself the whole while. After a few moments he came back around into view.
"How about this one? Misty, an Enchanter at ten, six, and one."
"Misty." Helga considered the name as she shuffled the deck of tiny cards. "Perfect, a short name and I know absolutely nothing about him to clutter up the device with. Now we cut the deck and then turn over some cards, like so."
"Her," Ghranit corrected, not that it would matter most likely. He plopped down to take a seat opposite Helga and to watch the foolishness the was about to unfold.
"Her? Oh well, it should still work." Then Helga stared long and hard at the cards.
?She is testing her relationships, but others see her as one who never meets a stranger. She was made for the duels and has studdied the mysteries of the isle in the distant past.? Helga quickly moved her gaze and fingertip from one card to the next.
?Recently she returned from victorious battle. But now she is distracted by daydreams and fantasies. For the big hoopla on Twilight Isle she already has lady Luck on her side. All she needs to do now is to form an alliance with her family and she?ll get a bonus companion. If she does that she?ll be victorious. See, that pretty thing with the big nose has a chest of gold and the claymore is all shiny.?
"You're supposed to write it all down, Ghranit!"
Ghranit glanced at Helga and relunctantly got up and went behind the counter again to grab a sheet of paper. He returned and sat down to write. While he was still sceptical, he was clearly impressed.
"That sure is a lot of information from a bunch of cards. If this is right, I wonder why we haven't been using this before."
?You need to pay attention, it is the absolute latest do-hicky. Brand new. Got it?? Helga shook her head slightly.
"And you say she is going to win if she makes an alliance... alright, let's say this is right, where do we go to place a bet?" Money always wasfirst on his list of priorities.
?At the betting office as always.? Helga got to her feet. ?Are you coming? We can pin my sportscast on the board on the way.?
"Right right, brand new, best there is in predicting money, or sports," Ghranit got up with the finished sportscast, holding it u to Helga, now towering over her. "Yeah, just make sure to sign it here," he pointed next to her name on the paper. No one would be able to figure out who wrote it based on her writing skills if he didn't put the name on there.
?Oh, right.? Helga picked out an orange crayon from the cup on the counter and quickly drew a stickfigure under Ghranit?s wavey lines, finished with a stylized bow on the stick figure?s head. ?Here, all done.?
Looks at the stickfigure and sighs, it sure was Helga alright. At least, to his well-trained eyes.
"That will do, alright, let's get to the betting office." He added into his beard, "Be a miracle if this works."
?Ghranit! Look what I got!? She called out, sounding as excited as she may have over finding a claymore the perfect size for Bob, her one eyed and one eared teddy bear.
?Oh stop it with the short jokes, won?t you?? Ghranit grumbled. Mostly into his beard though. He only riled Helga when there was immediate benefit to him doing so. However, he would have needed binoculars to see what Helga held up too high for a human with decent eyesight to make out.
?I found the uber-awesomest absolutely latest in predic-whatever-you-call-it.? She plopped down on the mat in front of the counter and waved the wee bag closer to Ghranit?s eye-level. ?Now we won?t have to waste all that time with investigating cases and we?ll be rich betting on the sports.?
"Rich... no more doing stupid cases... this might have some possibilities," the money signs already taking place of his pupils. "Alright, let's see what you got your hands on."
"And you can have all the ale in Rhydin." Helga upended the ridiculously small bag. Out tumbled a small cardboard box, only minimally larger than a regular size box of match sticks. On the cover was a drawing of a long-bearded, wrinkely dwarf (?) with pointy ears.
All the ale in Rhydin - that was a sure fire way to get him on board. Ghranit chuckled at that thought as he picked up the small box to inspect it. With raised brows at the questionable artwork, he opened it and pulled out the contents.
"Ah, Helga, I am not sure what you think this is going to help with. What are these for again?"
"They are the absolute newest in devices for predic-what-ever-you-call-it, also called mini Tarot cards." Helga sounded enormously proud of her most recent acquisition. "Look, they have pretty pictures on them, nothing to read at all." That there were also numbers on some of the cards the half ogre had obviously not yet noticed.
"Ah geez, we are supposed to make a fortune using card reading?" Instantly regretting not muttering that one into his beard. "You know how to use these?" Was the first question he could possibly think of to ask.
"Who said anything about reading?!! We just look at the pretty pictures." She titlted her head slightly to the side to contemplate his question. She must have come to a positive conclusion, because a moment later she nodded, smiling wide.
"Yes, nothing to it. I'll prove it to you." Granit could almost see the light flicking on behind her eyes. "I'm going to be the new magic do-hickies sports caster."
Ghranit stroked his beard in thought. It might be worth it to at least look into it. If nothing else, he could actually start doing some research to 'help' Helga's predictions. After all, this was about betting and making money, right?
"Alright, show me how this is going to work."
"First we have to pick someone who's actually likely to do the magic stuff this week." Helga painstakingly picked up the cards Ghranit had so carelessly strewn about. "Then we shuffle these with the persona in mind, like so."
Ghranit moved behind the counter to pull out one of the many files that were kept up front for easy access, the most recent DoM standings. He muttered to himself the whole while. After a few moments he came back around into view.
"How about this one? Misty, an Enchanter at ten, six, and one."
"Misty." Helga considered the name as she shuffled the deck of tiny cards. "Perfect, a short name and I know absolutely nothing about him to clutter up the device with. Now we cut the deck and then turn over some cards, like so."
"Her," Ghranit corrected, not that it would matter most likely. He plopped down to take a seat opposite Helga and to watch the foolishness the was about to unfold.
"Her? Oh well, it should still work." Then Helga stared long and hard at the cards.
?She is testing her relationships, but others see her as one who never meets a stranger. She was made for the duels and has studdied the mysteries of the isle in the distant past.? Helga quickly moved her gaze and fingertip from one card to the next.
?Recently she returned from victorious battle. But now she is distracted by daydreams and fantasies. For the big hoopla on Twilight Isle she already has lady Luck on her side. All she needs to do now is to form an alliance with her family and she?ll get a bonus companion. If she does that she?ll be victorious. See, that pretty thing with the big nose has a chest of gold and the claymore is all shiny.?
"You're supposed to write it all down, Ghranit!"
Ghranit glanced at Helga and relunctantly got up and went behind the counter again to grab a sheet of paper. He returned and sat down to write. While he was still sceptical, he was clearly impressed.
"That sure is a lot of information from a bunch of cards. If this is right, I wonder why we haven't been using this before."
?You need to pay attention, it is the absolute latest do-hicky. Brand new. Got it?? Helga shook her head slightly.
"And you say she is going to win if she makes an alliance... alright, let's say this is right, where do we go to place a bet?" Money always wasfirst on his list of priorities.
?At the betting office as always.? Helga got to her feet. ?Are you coming? We can pin my sportscast on the board on the way.?
"Right right, brand new, best there is in predicting money, or sports," Ghranit got up with the finished sportscast, holding it u to Helga, now towering over her. "Yeah, just make sure to sign it here," he pointed next to her name on the paper. No one would be able to figure out who wrote it based on her writing skills if he didn't put the name on there.
?Oh, right.? Helga picked out an orange crayon from the cup on the counter and quickly drew a stickfigure under Ghranit?s wavey lines, finished with a stylized bow on the stick figure?s head. ?Here, all done.?
Looks at the stickfigure and sighs, it sure was Helga alright. At least, to his well-trained eyes.
"That will do, alright, let's get to the betting office." He added into his beard, "Be a miracle if this works."