A Reading of Possible Fate

Personal letter from Flathac Anotor to an undisclosed recipient,  1279 Age of Knowledge.
My Friend, 
After many months of wondering if I am doing the right thing with my life, I have done as you suggested, and went to see the reader at Kar'han.  She was indeed very beautiful, as you mentioned, and my visit with her was very, very good.  Let me start at the beginning.
When I first went to see her, I was turned away by her doorman.  Servant?  I'm not really sure what the man does for her, but he is rather large and imposing.  He told me that she was not accepting appointments that day, and to come back on the next.  Out of curiosity, I asked him what would happen if I was unable to come the next day, and had to be seen immediately.  He told me that as I was able to be seen the next day, it was something I did not need to worry about.  He was not wrong, so I went to the Greedy Stableboy, only a couple of streets over, and got a room for the night.  You did not warn me that they were so overpriced on their food!  It was quite delicious, though, and the room was clean with a locking door.  
The next morning, I went back to the reader's house.  Heeding your warning, I did not go too early, but waited until the sun was well into the sky.  The man once again met me at the door, and this time bade me come in.  He led me to a small room, rather fussily decorated, with frilly cloths at the windows and on the tables.  There were shelves everywhere, covered with small shiny rocks, bones, and candles that were not lit.  One entire wall was covered in books, and I was looking through them to see if there were some I had not read, when the lady herself came in.  
While you had told me of her beauty, I did not expect her to be almost double my years; she had to be near forty!  I bowed to her and she bade me sit with her at a small table, then asked my why I had come.  I told her it was because a friend had mentioned her accuracy with the Runes, using your name, and she smiled, rather mysteriously I thought.  It seems that you made quite an impression!  She then asked if I wanted a reading of Possible Fate, and I agreed.  
I do not know what I expected, though perhaps it was something a bit more theatrical than what she did.  In a very matter of fact way, she turned to the shelves behind her and got down a slightly tarnished silver plate, along with a deep purple velvet bag.  Placing the bowl on the table, she asked me to sit for a moment, holding the bag in both hands.  It was hardly big enough to do so!  I felt rather like I was cradling a freshly born kitten.  I watched her to see if she would perform any chants, or light a candle with flame of black, or any such thing, but there was nothing like that.  She just looked at me, still with that small smile.  When she deemed enough time as having passed, she told me to untie the string holding the bag closed, and turn it out onto the plate.  I did so, and refrained from saying that I thought this was what I was paying her to do.  
Now, you know that I remain more skeptical than you about these things, but I will admit to being both surprised and pleased at what lay face up in the tray, or at least I did after she explained them.  Out of the ten stones, five were face up-exactly half!  I will see if I can remember the details of what she told me about them here.  First was Fysi, representing Knowledge, Charisma, and Listening.  Then came Oihaph, for Grounding and Calm; Dyzai, for Balance, Wisdom, and Patience; Xeito, for Wildness and Action, and finally Ubyh, for Challenges and a Parting of Ways.  I cannot remember everything she said about each of them, but she told me that I would do well as an Acolyte of Idikai, and in fact would not do so well with another path.  There is no way she could have known that, I had not even told you of my plans when last she spoke!  I was wearing no insignia of the temple, and I am quite sure that no one outside of the Temple grounds and a few childhood friends know even who I am.  
She must have seen the shock on my face, for she told me to go out and wander the city, and to come back as night was painting the roofs of the town-her words, not my own.  She told me that we would speak more of it at that time, and I should think of all my questions and bring them back to her.  Her man showed me out, and I did as she asked, returning at evenfall to speak with her again.  
I am far too much a gentleman to tell you of my further interactions with her, but suffice it to say that I left with a far better knowledge of myself and what I want out of my life.  I know that I am on the correct path to meet my Fate now, despite my worries about it before.  Thank you, my friend, for in suggesting a visit to her, you have put my mind at ease.
Yours, Flathac Antonor