[Lumen]

<Damn lads if it is in this market I'm not gonna see it with all these people around.   I'll try to get some high ground without being to obvious. >  Knives finishes up his cheap foreign smoke then pulls up the sat view in hopes of finding an alley mostly out of sight to scale a building.

[Csjarrat]

__Knives__
You slip off the clunky old industrial goggles, finding that a couple of customers looked at your ancient headgear a bit funny as you slip the headset back into your pocket.
The mapsoft pings into display in your image link, showing that the alley to the north was probably your best bet of a major thoroughfare.
You could quite clearly see that a few of the eateries and bars on the north side also had service areas behind them; presumably for waste disposal and receipt of stock.

__Mantis___
The crowd moves aside as you push through them, entering the tent still under the watchful gaze of the old lady.
She drops the tarpaulin side of the tent-come-stall and you're suddenly plunged into semi-darkness, the interior space lit only by weak candlelight from a low-hanging chandelier of sorts; really an old mining light hung off the central support strut, vastly overloaded with tea lights.
the centre of the deceivingly spacious tent was taken up by a  round table, big enough to seat 4 in relative comfort.
A set of cards were placed face down on one side and the old lady motions you to sit in one of the chairs on the far side of the room.
See hobbles to one side and tends to a stove, an ancient looking tea urn simmering over a gas flame the centre of her attention.
She speaks to you with her back turned, her concentration on the items around the stove
You miss her still.. seek her face in the shadows yes?

[Scawire]

Mantis is a bit shocked that someone here if France knew he was searching for his lost wife, until he saw the cards and other items this lady had. It clicked that she must be magic user that has some kind of divination abilities, that sure would help her gain money since she can know who to talk to and what to tell them to get a bit of nuyen flowing her way. Well she does know what is at the heart of Mantis his wife Jennifer, and if she could open the cold case and give Mantis an angle to fallow that might help him find her he was all ears.

Ya I put out feelers to find her but nothing paned out. Is there something that you know that could aid me in my quest to find her? Mantis figures this lady is on the level so he doesn't do a big dance around checking if she is fishing for nuyen or anything else he just wants answers to help him find his wife.

[Lumen]

Knives casually strolls back through the service ways like he belongs looking for a spot secluded enough to scale a building unnoticed, or any unguarded ladder. 

<Alright lads view from the ground is worthless.  I'm gonna get some air and see if that helps.  If nothing else I should at least be able to identify potential targets.>

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis____
The old lady looks at you over her shoulder thoughtfully, pausing for a second before returning to the stove.
After a minute or more of uncomfortable silence, she walks to the table, holding the urn in a gloved hand and a cup that seems more like a shallow bowl, planting them squarely in the middle of the table next to the deck of cards.
We see. I channel her spirit and divine future. You leave enlightened.

___Knives____
Dunk chirps back over them comms
//No worries mate, what you got up there? any parts dealers?//

You push your way into the melee of the market, pushing through the dense crowds that haggle and barter with the stand owners. through breaks in the crowd you spot everything from "pre-loved" electronics to bootleg trid shows to exotic pet animals for sale. Eventually, after enough pushing and shoving you breach the outside of the market's northern border and find yourself facing an open fronted bar; patrons smoking all manner of exotic smelling tobacco under the heat-lamps  as they catch up with each other on the day's events.
A small service alley runs between a closed shop and the bar, just as your Sat-map said it would.
You do your best to look confident as you stride down the small alley-way, but the spatial recognizer chirps in your ear to let you know of loud sounds ahead.

[Scawire]

Mantis gives a bow to the lady. Any new info you can get would make me happy. With that said Mantis knows if the woman can call him out in a latex mask from a crowd knowing Jen's name and that Mantis has been looking for her, means there is a good chance she can give some intel that would help.

[Csjarrat]

She sits at the table and begins to shuffle the deck of cards, laying 5 around you in a horseshoe shape.
Pointing at the leftmost one to you; "Ask a question, turn card."

[Lumen]

Looking around the busy market Knives thinks better of scaling the side of a building.   He's good but not invisible.  He decides instead to respond to Dunk, <Yea mate they got all flavors of shite.  You looking for something in particular?  I'm rethinking getting a higher view from here.  To many eyes and no good spot to pull it off.>

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
//If you get five minutes, see if they've got an old model aerial drone would you? feel like a spare part driving around here.
No drama, traffic seems lighter on the surround blocks.//

[Lumen]

<Sure thing mate.  I can have a look, some eyes in the sky would be nice. >  Knives circles back around to browse the various electronics stalls looking for something suitable.

[Scawire]

Mantis's mind starts to race with hopes and questions but decides to start off with a simply question, hoping more then just this one will be answered. Is Jen still alive? With that question before him Mantis hopes his worst fears are not turn, that hope still remains for finding Jen alive.

[Csjarrat]

You flip over the card, an image of a curvy woman holding an icon of a 5 pointed star stares back at you, a rabbit present in the bottom corner.
The cards seem old, the art style looks at least a hundred or so years old. The deck has obviously seen a lot of use, the corners fraying somewhat and the face scratched with regular wear.
Queen of Pentacles. She infuses life and fertility into the world, bringing joy where she steps. I see she lives, and has another in her care. a young one. {she stares into your eyes with an intensity you've never seen in someone before} Rabbit urges caution, look before you leap. If you seek her, they will seek you.
Next card. Ask question and choose again.


____Lumen______
The crowd hustles and bustles around you, chattering away in all manner of foreign tongues and dialects. A few shady eyes keep watch over the crowd, only partially concealed on the edges of the stalls and shadows cast by the weak strip lights, a subtle reminder of the powers that control the area. The nearest electronics trader seems to specialise mainly in spare parts and repairs, but has a couple of complete looking models in ancient display cases on the back of his stall. A mid-sized Ork in tribal looking gear is currently haggling with the proprietor in super fast dialect of something you don't understand, but your eye is drawn to a large insect-like drone in a bright neon blue box, some japanese or chinese looking characters written on it in a stylised manga font.
In the dim light, you can just about make out the european branding on the side of the box; "Fly-Spy MkVII"

[Scawire]

Mantis's dread he has had inside of himself for the past couple of years. Now knowing that his wife is still alive he wants to know where she is and how he can find her. That is a relief best try and narrow down the search area if possible. Mantis has hope and a bit of excitement in his voice as he asks his next question. Where is she? What is here location? Knowing that the last card gave a warning of danger of someone else seeking Mantis out if he makes a move to find Jen doesn't sway Mantis on finding his lost love. Mantis twitches his finders finding it harder not to give into his smoking habit.

[Lumen]

Knives stands by and eyes the bug drone while waiting for the shop keep to get done haggling.  <Oy Dunk, found one that looks like it'll do the trick.  Any idea what a fair price for a Fly-Spy MkVII would be.  I got this sneakin feelin that this bloke is gonna try to add on an English speaking tax.>  After a minute he wanders about perusing the other wares, trying not to look like he's already sold on the Fly-Spy

Once the tribal Ork is done haggling he calls over the shop keep, "English?"

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
//If its a runner, I don't wan' te pay more than about 250-270 mate. If its no' a runner, leave it.//
The man is shocked by your accent, as is his previous customer. Apparently englishmen are a rare sight on these streets...
He swallows his shock and begins to point at his wares as the other customer pushes past you into the crush of the crowd.
Little, little... I do you good price yes, you want robot?
The smell of something cooking on an open grill catches your nose and your belly begins to growl. It had been a while since that tray of sarnies and you were beginning to get a bit peckish.


___Scawire___
You go to flip the card over and the woman slaps her hand on top of yours before you can flip it over.
"No! card tell feeling, emotion. Not GPS. Another question"