It was the perfect day for her business. With her own alley as slow as it was in the last few weeks, the old hag was happy to take her business wherever she could turn a few sickles. A food fair of sorts was practically a gold mine. Lots of unsuspecting attendees, many who would be wanting to hear their fortune.

"Listen well, one and all, peer into my crystal ball. Have a question, ask it here, who else can tell when the end is near? Misery, torture, fortune fame, your wildest dreams, give me a name." She crooned loudly, pushing her own stall through the crowd of fair patrons.

The smell of food swirling around her nose did not entice her nearly as much as the smell of the young ones running about but today was strictly business and she knew better than to draw too much unwanted attention.

"Who wants to be first? Ask about my prices, they're more reasonable than any you've heard." Probably not, but it didn't stop her from saying it.