Magic, of any variety, is something Jack tends to give a wide berth in Baedal, or as wide a berth as one can without being an idiot. Much of the city runs on magic, and he accepts that and uses it as practicality dictates, but he doesn't seek it out, certainly not for mere entertainment.

The exception being divination. That's still forbidden, yes, more expressly than the rest, but if the stories he's found here are to believed, he has what you'd call a family history with that particular sin, and every so often it seems only appropriate that a son of Saul should seek advice from a seer.

Of course, he hadn't planned to do so today. Today, he's just walking by on his usual route to the spice market, but something about this particular booth catches his attention. He stops, puzzled, and turns his head to peer into the booth – which tells him nothing; as far as he can see, it's just a young woman with a deck of Tarot cards. Huh.

"I haven't seen you here before." Not...that the bazaar isn't a constantly changing tapestry of stalls, he just feels like he might have noticed, somehow. "New location?"