The sun had set and the cool air caused Cat to seek warmth against Braden’s side. Braden was astounded by the sights and sounds, not to mention the smells, of the world around him. The river combined with spicy aromas from restaurants and bars, along with other indefinable scents. The experiences of the Quarter were very different when walking along the crowded sidewalks. They all leisurely walked around the square, looking at the various art for sale. There were strangely-dressed people sitting at little tables and Catrìona informed him they were tarot readers. A chill danced up his spine when they passed one particular woman. She had long dark hair with purple stripes in it. She stood as they approached. “You must have a seat and listen to what I have to say. Your future is very unsettled.” Braden moved a little quicker, not bothering to look at the strange woman with the oddly prophetic tongue. “Your aura is telling me things I think you must hear and heed.”
