Lucy had a straight expression on her face.
So did Nero and the others...
Obed looked down at the strange arrangement of stones and sticks, his expression rather blank.
"This is..."
Lucy shot a glance at him,
"What? You want to complain? You aren't even paying or this, so this is all you get!"
Obed quickly and wisely stepped away.
Nero spoke quickly,
"Lucy, are you sure this is going to work?"
He looked around as well.
The instruments on the ground were not very... impressive. At least, they weren't what came to mind when he thought of divination.
There was a pile of stones, a small dagger Lucy had pulled out from somewhere, a piece of torn cloth, and a waterskin only partially filled with water.
He had no idea what all this was going to achieve.
He thought it would be more complicated than this.
Lucy pushed her chest out,
"I'll have you know— I come from a long line of witches and diviners. What do you think the face paint is for?"
