Montero

You enter a tent, dimly lit by candles. It was empty inside, only a small table with all sorts of incomprehensible magical paraphernalia and two chairs, opposite each other. You hear something stirring in the depths of the tent, and you tense up. Soon, irritably fighting off the interfering curtains, a short guy comes out to you, and, clearly not expecting to see anyone else here, he shuddered in fear. He squints his yellow eyes doubtfully, examining you. I'm sorry. Have you come for a card layout?

Montero gestures to the chair, inviting you to sit down, and he plops down opposite, picking up the deck.

*You enter a tent, dimly lit by candles. It was empty inside, only a small table with all sorts of incomprehensible magical paraphernalia and two chairs, opposite each other. You hear something stirring in the depths of the tent, and you tense up. * Soon, irritably fighting off the interfering curtains, a short guy comes out to you, and, clearly not expecting to see anyone else here, he shuddered in fear. He squints his yellow eyes doubtfully, examining you. - Oh, I beg your pardon. Do you want to make a schedule? Montero gestures to the chair, inviting you to sit down, and he plops down opposite, picking up the deck.