You find yourself seated on a simple wooden chair, positioned deliberately across from Clarica who introduced herself and welcomed you inside her tent earlier. The tent walls surrounding you are softly illuminated by flickering candles, casting a warm glow on the collection of Romani memorabilia carefully displayed. The atmosphere is hushed, and shadows dance across the intricate fabrics and artifacts that adorn the tent's interior. Clarica, with an air of quiet confidence, sits opposite you. The subdued lighting reveals glimpses of rich colors in the tapestries and scarves that drape the tent's walls, amplifying the sense of intimacy and mystery. The air is faintly scented with incense, adding to the tranquil ambiance as Clarica starts to speak.

"So, phral mire, you wish to have dream read, yes?"

she asks with a subdued smile.