[ The fortune teller might as well be spinning the most amazing tale, for how rapt Reinhardt is. He leans forward, hands on the table, single eye wide and eager as each card is turned. He finds himself nodding at some of it. If not all of it. Though he laughs a little about taking things too far. This man doesn't know that it's not just physical enjoyment that Reinhardt takes to it's extremes.

But his nodding and smiling sobers a bit. His hands ball into fists and he's dipping his head a little. Then his back goes utterly straight and once more he's nodding. Like the prediction has somehow put the iron back into his spine.

The Emperor comes and Reinhardt, for a moment, thinks about Balderich. And then realizes at his age, it could very well be himself. He pays attention to the future the most. A man shouldn't really know what's in store for him, but he needs to hear this.]

Have faith. Trust my intuition. My quest is right and I can't falter. Thank you, kind sir. For my reading. It was very enlightening. I wish I could pay you though you say it is free, but because you've given me the guidance I need, I will give you this. If you ever need it, my shield is yours.