"Come on, lady," said the man in uniform. "It's illegal to tell fortunes here."
"But I've got my license," declared Rara. "I'm a genuine clairvoyant. Just a second ..." And her hands began to plunge into the seams and pockets of her gray rags.
"Never mind, lady. Just get moving," and he gave her a push. Rara moved.
Tel peeled back the strip of rind he'd loosened from the kharba fruit, licked the juice from the yellow wound, and followed Rara.
"Son of an electric eel," she said when Tel reached her, her birthmark scarlet. "Just trying to make a living, that's all."
"Want a bite?"
Rara shook her head. "I'm too angry," she said. They walked back to the inn.
"Do you know where Alter is?" Tel asked. "I was looking for her."
"She's not in the inn?"
"I couldn't find her there."