[ Even if the cards had been bad, Reinhardt would have likely reacted the same way. He wouldn't have blamed the teller for the fortune. Instead, he would take the warnings to heart and try to figure out how to fix things so it wouldn't be so bad. It's not bad though and he is comforted knowing that he's not wrong. That his quest is what he's supposed to be doing and that his heart will not lead him astray.

He watches the cards return to the deck and he knows that's it. If he wants another, he'll have to come up with some silver. His smile grows even more brilliant at the mention of a wizard. He's been here in this world long enough to know that magic and the like are indeed very real. ]

Well, be it your wizard friend, you, or anyone of your choosing, the offer remains. I give you my word of honor. If you are in need of a knight, just call for Reinhardt. [ He points to himself, thumb square in that impressive chest. ] and I will come running.