There was no time to think things through. There was no time to plan, no time to hesitate, no time to panic.

There was only the collapsing tower, and the mob of panicking... well...mobsters, between her and the only way out.

“Foresight!” Chase screamed, and saw what she needed to do. “Bastien, run out the window! Make a path! We're playing this like the casino! Renny, get ready to fly us all! Cagna, pick me up and hang on!”

Your Foresight skill is now level 29!

The Muscle Wizaard lowered his head, and charged forward, shouting “Reckless Charge,” as he went.

And then Chase's world blurred, as Cagna's arm whipped down and snatched her up. “Always in Uniform,” Cagna literally barked.

Chase clung tight, seeing Lachina hot on their heels, the two women leaping and bounding over trampled gangsters and past shocked bodyguards, seeing the first cracks appear in the walls, seeing the bricks starting to fall from the roof above...

...and then there was an upward surge, and for a second Chase was looking down on the shocked crowd...

...then the screaming cut out, and she saw the edges of the window appear and tilt, saw the walls around it...

Cagna jumped out the window. We're falling, she realized as her perspective tilted, and the starry sky appeared overhead, the moon just on the horizon.

“Renny!” Chase screamed.

“I'm trying! Stop squirm... ah!” The fox shouted in her ear. “There!”

And then everything slowed.

Chase felt her hair snap downwards, felt a jerk that ripped through her entire body. Cagna grunted, and Lachina swore.

“Got you!” Renny cheered. “Uh oh. Um...”

Chase squirmed, looked around, and saw why he was panicking.

The tower wasn't coming straight down. The tower was tilting their way. Bricks showering from its exterior, metal reinforcing struts starting to rip free, mortar flying in a cloud of dust against the moon... and the darkness of the old stone, crunching directly toward the small crew of slowly falling friends.

“Oh my gods,” Lachina croaked.

And then it shuddered. Then it stopped. Bricks cascaded down, and for a second Chase thought they were safe.

CREAKKKKKK....

It was a groan of old wood, stressed far beyond its tolerances.

Chase's eyes snapped to the holes in the bricks, seeing the exposed wooden ribs they were passing, the guttering flames of fallen lanterns catching old tapestries, and illuminating the hole in the tower's side. And she saw crossbeams popping out and crunching, giving way bit by bit.

PING! Something whipped past her, tugging at her hair, and Cagna grunted in pain. Hot liquid spattered onto Chase's neck.

A nail or something, Chase thought, and said “Lesser Healing,” without looking back.

You have healed Cagna for 30 points!

Your Lesser Healing skill is now level 37!

Then they were past the open wound in the tower.

“We need to fall faster!” Chase yelled. “Or get around the tower!” her voice was lost in the wind, but Renny managed to hear her just fine.

“This is really, really hard! Hang on! Summon Minor Elemental!”

A tornado with eyes whirled into view a dozen meters away—

—and then they were past it, falling fast, the tower whizzing by...

...another jerk, and Chase was snapped around, her teeth clacking shut, her spine screaming in agony. That had to have done damage, but no time to think about it. She was now facing downwards, Cagna must have lost her grip then caught her again by the waist, and that was okay.

Because now she could see the Muscle Wizaard, falling just below them, fifty feet down or so.

And beyond him, two figures running down the tower. Running down it as if it were a flat field, and they were having a casual footrace. Except the one in the lead was fuzzy, huge, and running on all fours, and the one behind him had a red cape snapping straight up like a falling flag. She watched breathless as below them a support gave way, and wood and stone showered out of a broken wall. The werewolf Alpha swerved and the undead followed him, and then they were around the curve of the tower and out of sight.

Then something massive rushed past them, so quickly that the air screamed, and the little crew bobbled, and started to follow it down.

“Oh heck no!” Renny yelled, and they stabilized...

...but Chase gasped, as bodies followed it down, screaming. Bodies in suits and dresses and sparkling jewelry, flashing in the mad moonlight. And then a table fell past, the same table she'd been seated at not long ago.

“It's coming down from above! Renny, get us around the tower!”

“I'm! Trying!” The little fox shrilled at full volume.

I'm not helping, Chase realized. She watched the air elemental dart down and scoop up the Muscle Wizaard, whirling him around and around as it pulled him back to the group. Then there were a few bumps, and for a second she thought they'd been hit...

“Got us!” Renny shouted. “Oh boy. Uh... look out above!”

Chase twisted, tugging at Cagna's arm.

“Mother of Nurph!” Cagna howled, as she glanced up... and Chase caught what she was staring at.

A mass, a black mass of the tower was coming down on them. She saw stars through the holes in it, holes that were growing as the floors and walls and ceilings broke apart mid-fall, but with a sudden clarity Chase knew that it wouldn't spread out fast enough. They would be crushed.

Unless...

This. This is something I can help with.

“Foresight!” Chase shouted.

The falling mass paused, and she watched them all die. “Foresight!” She screamed again as soon as time resumed.

This time the outcome was different. “Take us left NOW!” Chase yelled.

They bobbed, air whipping at her, the city lights coming into view as she whirled right, and then they were gone as a chunk of brickwork screamed past.

Your Foresight skill is now level 30!

But there was no time to rest, because more was coming, and Chase screamed “Foresight!” again and again. She burned her fortune freely, spent it like water in a bath. And six skill levels later, they were around on the other side of the tower, and she blinked to see the werewolf and undead now racing the other way, hopping over windows... and straight into a huge cloud that was rising up to meet them.

Dust, she realized. Dust from the initial explosion. From the tower collapsing at the base.

“Hold your breath!” She called, and then grimaced. I can't tell Renny which way to go if I'm holding my breath.

But wait, I've got a skill for that, don't I? I don't have to be the one telling him to do things, if he can see how they'll work out for himself...

Then she couldn't see a thing, they were in the dust, and the smell of charred chemicals filled her nose. “Silent Activation, Influence Fate Renny,” Chase muttered.

Your Influence Fate skill is now level 2!

“What the heck?” She heard Renny say, then she heard a groaning, and a massive SNAP.

The wooden supports, the big ones, had finally given out.

“Are you doing this?”

Chase reached over her shoulder and squeezed his nose.

“Oh, okay then! Give me another!”

She complied, and then gave him one more at his next request.

Your Influence Fate skill is now level 3!

Your Influence Fate skill is now level 4!

Seconds passed by, blind seconds, with massive bits of rubble and other things falling from above, enormous chunks falling around them, whipping the dust and smoke up, and Chase couldn't see a thing.

“Again!” Renny called.

“Silent Activation, Influence Fate Renny,” Chase mouthed.

But this time, the words that appeared made her heart sink.

Insufficient Fortune to cast that spell!

“I'm out!” Chase called then put her face into the furry crook of Cagna's elbow, scrunching her eyes shut and coughing from even the brief inhalation of fumes.

There was nothing to do but wait. Wait and hope.

A second passed. Three. Five, as they whooshed down through the cloud.

For a moment, Chase dared to hope that they'd escape. For a second, it looked like they might do that.

Then, everything tilted, and Chase felt Cagna's grip leave her. “No!” The dog-woman barked,” and Chase was spinning, falling out of control...

“Ha! I've got us!” Renny called out.

Then it was back to the slow fall. Alone this time, holding her skirt down, Chase drifted to the ground with Renny in her pack. She fell to her knees and put her hands on it the second they touched down, shaking, feeling sick to her stomach. No clue where the others were, no idea where they were for that matter.

Just knowing that she wasn't safe, this was the very opposite of safe.

The dust was thinning, she noted absent-mindedly. I can almost see....

KRAK!

Then a chunk of wall was right in front of her, and Chase yelped as fragments screamed and ripped past her, cutting her clothes and skin in equal measure.

Time to go!

She didn't know where. She didn't have time to examine her skills, or figure out a good strategy, or do anything beyond run and hope for the best. No time to do anything but flee, and trust to her luck.

Which, fortunately, was her best attribute.

Shrieks and screams from above intermixed with crunches and cracks as stone and wood and bodies met ground, in a roaring cacophony that sounded like a groaning giant, a bass moan that went on, and on, and on.

The dust thinned ahead of her and she turned toward it, turned toward what seemed like a light, hoping against hope that it was the way out, that it would lead to safety.

No place in this city is safe, the thought stuck in her head and wouldn't leave.

Then she was out. Out, and coughing, and the noise behind her was finally coming to a stop, the giant's groan dying with its occupants. More pattering, a few more creaks, and the occasional, forlorn crunch... but Chase didn't care about that. Chase sat on the ground and laughed or sobbed, she couldn't tell, and her vision filled with words, words, words.

You are now a level 10 Halven!

AGL+4

CHA+4

CON+2

DEX+4

INT+2

LUCK+4

PER+2

STR+2

WILL+2

WIS+4

COOL +5

MENTAL FORTITUDE+5

You are now a level 9 Grifter!

CHA+3

DEX+3

LUCK+3

You are now a level 10 Grifter!

CHA+3

DEX+3

LUCK+3

You have learned the Feign Death skill!

Your Feign Death skill is now level 1!

You have learned the Old Buddy skill!

Your Old Buddy skill is now level 1!

You are now a level 11 Oracle!

CHA+3

LUCK+3

WIS+3

You are now a level 12 Oracle!

CHA+3

LUCK+3

WIS+3

No, Chase realized as she squatted on all fours on the ground, no, she was laughing after all. Laughing as the energy rushed through her once more, giving that oh-so-tantalizing buzz.

“I wanted ADVENTURE!” she shouted, and climbed to her feet, thankful for her shoes for the first time. The ground was littered with rubble and sharp bits, and maybe some people, she didn't want to look too closely at those lumps which bled darkly in the moonlight. “And I got a halven level because I just spent the worst minute of my life regretting that CHOICE!”

Honestly that might not have been why, but Chase didn't have much time to reflect on it. Her newly-increased mental fortitude reasserted itself, and the orders of business became clear to her.

“We need to find the others. Got anything that'll help with that?”

“I'm alive...” Renny whispered.

“Yeah. We need to check on the others. Got anything to help, there?”

“Yes! Yes I do. And now that we're not falling, manipulating this air should be easier... oh, and let's have a Phantasm, because it's kinda dark out.”

The dust peeled back, as Renny hopped up out of the pack and onto her shoulder, waving his paws. Lanterns with wings appeared all around them, pushing back the darkness.

The still lumps on the ground were bodies, and Chase stared at them, acknowledging them and not feeling a thing. She remembered once how the sight of dead people made her vomit. Now? Now after all that had occurred, it didn't phase her. Now she searched them, and the only emotion in her heart was concern... concern that the people she'd cared about in that tower had made it out okay.

As it turned out, she had to settle for two out of three.

The Muscle Wizaard found them, dust caking his beard, robe torn and tattered as he staggered out of the darkness. Metal gleamed on his silver knuckles as he shook his head. “I hope that'syou! My spectacles are quite gone and my eyes aren't what they used to be.”

“It is. Have you seen Cagna and Lachina?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes I have.” His tone told her all she needed to know.

Something had gone wrong.

They found Cagna by a large chunk of bricks, holding Lachina's arm. Just her arm. That was all that was sticking out of the masonry.

The dog-woman wasn't crying. She wasn't making any noise at all. She just sat there, occupying space, and holding Lachina's hand.

Chase's nose twitched. She stared up at the gutted shell of the tower, and the bits still falling off it, now and then. They were not out of danger, by no means were they out of danger. But...

No.

Cagna needed this.

So she moved up next to the woman, reached up to her shoulder, and rested her small hand on the dog-woman's sleeve. Then she quietly got to work healing her friends, until they were full up again.

It was hard to say how long the moment laster. She was distantly aware of yelling from the city, alarm bells ringing, as Arretzi woke to its danger. The tower was far enough back from the rest of the district that it would take some time for anyone to reach them, but Chase had no doubt they'd have visitors in due time. And that it would be bad to be caught here... unless...

“What the Alpha said was true, wasn't it?” Chase asked. She hated to do it, hated to break the silence, to pressure the mourning figure next to her. She hated to do it... but she had to. Time waited for neither, halven nor beastkin alike. Only the gods were above it all, and only even then to a point.

“Yes,” Cagna said. “We were working a long-term operation. Just bad luck that the werewolf stuff came up when it did. Just her bad luck. Again.” Cagna's muzzle lowered. “Orcs never have luck that isn't bad luck.”

“You come to my table,” a cold voice spoke from the darkness, and Cagna bolted upright, throwing Chase's hand off as she twisted.

“You damned bloodsucker,” Cagna snarled.

“You come to my table...” Don Sangue said, striding out of the shadows, his cape gone, his fine clothes torn by debris, and covered in gray dust. “You come to my table under false pretenses, and you plot against me. These are not the actions of a guest.”

Old Chase would have quailed in fear.

New Chase had just survived falling down his goddamned tower and knew that hesitation would get her friend killed.

“Don Sangue!” She said, stepping between Cagna and the undead. “It is a moot point, now. You have no more table. And we are not the ones who took it from you.”

The man paused, and Chase marveled at how... untouched he looked. His skin was unmarred, his hair was still an oily black. And his red, red eyes bored into her.

The pressure was still there, the fear still gripped her heart... but Chase found it easier to speak, easier to push it aside, for now. “Regardless of what she's done, it's really a moot point, isn't it? If you lived, then your enemy lived. Your TRUE enemy. And MINE as well.”

“Ours,” Cagna rasped. “The doge wants the werewolves put down. That is more important to him than my department's own goals.”

Chase risked a glance. The dog-woman's ears were back, her fur was in hackles, and her hand was on her sword...

...but her eyes were human. And they were weary. Weary and sad.

She'll fight if she has to, but she realizes that it wouldn't help matters. She sees it as I do, Chase mused.

When she looked back, Sangue was there, towering over her, inches away. The Muscle Wizaard cried out in shock.

“I could kill all three of you without much effort at all,” Don Sangue said. “What do I care that your enemies are mine? What help do you think I need here?”

Chase swallowed. “And yet you worked with people a whole lot less competent than us, to try and stop the werewolves. If you COULD do it alone, you wouldn't have bothered with the familigias.”

“You think yourself more competent than they were?” The undead raised a thin eyebrow.

Chase looked back at the tower, and swept an arm around, gesturing at the field of bodies. “We're alive. They aren't.”

“That is easily fixed,” A voice growled from the darkness.

“Uh-oh,” Renny whispered in her ear, as Chase stared at the hulking, furry shapes moving out of the shadows.

The Alpha stepped forward, clothes in tatters, holding the rapier that Chase had seen so long ago. The squat werewolf was next to him, cracking his knuckles... and glaring at Sangue with green glowing eyes.

“You!” Sangue hissed.

“Me.” The Alpha growled. “Take the beastkin alive. Kill Sangue, and the rest of them.”

“Not a chance!” The Muscle Wizaard roared. “Flex! Strong Pose! Signature Move, You Shall Not Pass!”

But the Alpha shook his head. “You've pulled that one on us before, big man. Did you think we were fools?” He snarled the last word, and flourished his rapier. “We're already behind you!”

Chase whirled, as forms bolted from the darkness...

...and then Cagna's arm was around her again, hurling her in between the dog-woman and the Wrestler, tossing the halven like a sack of potatoes. Chase watched, dazed, as Cagna pulled something from under her cloak...

BLAM!

Something of wood and metal, exploded in her hand, with a flash and a puff of smoke, and one of the werewolves fell. “Stand Down!” Cagna yelled, and another hesitated... but then three more were rushing in, and Cagna swore and drew her blade. “Always in Uniform!”

“Time to Let My Muscles Do The Talking!” The Muscle Wizaard roared, and Chase shot her head around in time to see a charging werewolf meet a silver-knuckled fist. He flew backward with a yelp, leaving a trail of smoke and an odor of burnt fur behind him. “Aw yeah! Whatcha gonna do, furballs? Whatcha gonna DO!”

They're doing it again, Chase realized. Sending the extras, sending the lower-trained ones in to keep us busy while the Alpha and the short one kill Sangue.

Do they have a chance?

She stood up and turned, but time was at a premium, and she didn't have—

No.

No, wait. I have ALL the time I want. In ten-second chunks, anyway. “Foresight,” Chase said, and instead of examining a course of action, she used the still time to take stock of the battlefield.

There's probably a Tier Two job in this somehow, she said, finally realizing some of the more martial applications. Combine it with a fighting type job, and it's something like Time Warrior, or Chrono General, or something of the sort.

But that was a musing for another time.

With a few seconds left on the spell's duration, she saw Don Sangue. He and the Alpha were caught mid-stride and mid-strike, far from their starting position. They were both fast, and both looked like they knew what they were doing, so that left...

She found the squat werewolf just as the Foresight's grace period expired.

Fortunately, it was easy to synch up with her vision, this time. She turned, hearing Renny mutter words behind her, hearing the air elemental come down and smash into the ones trying to take down Cagna. But she didn't spare that much attention.

She was too busy watching the squat werewolf pull out a big back, and start tossing down flowerpots.

It was a surreal moment. The blurred figures of the Don and the Alpha were silhouetted against the moon, fighting along a fallen support beam of the tower, while the Muscle Wizaard's grunts blended into the snarls and growls of his opponents, and Cagna's blade whistled behind Chase and left yelps and sizzling noises in its wake. And here the player, the most dangerous werewolf on the field, was throwing what had to be flowerpots around. Yes, those were flowerpots, complete with random flowers poking out of them.

And then, the werewolf spoke and Chase understood why. “Call Vines. Call Thorns.”

A mass of twisting, writhing vegetation burst up, thorns lengthening in the flickering illusory torchlight. Lengthening into stakes.

Wood allergies, Chase remembered absently, as the mass obscured the place where the Don and the Alpha fought. Don Sangue is vulnerable to wood. Does this count?

The Don screamed.

Well, that answers that, Chase thought. She licked her lips.

“Chase! They need healing!”

Renny's cry interrupted her, and she gasped.

There were a LOT more werewolves this time around.

And unlike the fight in the casino, they weren't holding back.

There was no time to watch the most powerful creatures on the battlefield duke it out. There was only time to keep her friends alive...

And it was damned hard.

“There's too many!” Renny said, as his elemental shrieked and died. He threw blasts of wind at werewolves, knocking them around, and caught a moment to say “Minor Elemental!” A new whirlwind roared to life... and got tag-teamed by two werewolves. “They heal as fast as I hurt them!”

“Keep! Them! Busy!” Cagna snarled back, blade flashing, cloak over one arm as a makeshift shield. But blood ran down her legs, dripping around her boots, blood from where claws had caught her, time and again. The Alpha had wanted her alive, but the moon was full, and the beasts were out to play...

And the Muscle Wizaard...

Oh, Bastien, poor Bastien, Chase's breath caught in her throat. Where Cagna was dripping blood, the Muscle Wizaard was a river. She watched as a werewolf lunged in and clamped jaws on his side. The Muscle Wizaard bellowed, dropped to one knee, clenched his hands together, and slammed the werewolf's neck into his knee with a brutal double-punch. But the werewolf's jaws still tore a hunk of meat from him, and Chase frantically threw Lesser Healings at him, trying to keep him alive. Then a few Foresights, to shout directions... but the more she used it, the more she realized it was like trying to plug up a failing dam with her bare hands.

We're losing, she realized. And this time I don't have the fortune from Enrico's Ante Up trick. There's just too many, and they heal too fast. We don't have enough silver weaponry...

Or do we?

Chase's hands crept downward, and found the cool, thin cards tucked into her pocket, and pulled out Enrico's last hand. Silver gleamed in the torchlight, and she took a breath. “I have another job! And plenty of stamina for all of you!” she shouted, and to her surprise, the ones nearest her paused. Then they jumped back, as she shouted “Rapid Fire! Razor Card!”

Silver cards flew and danced, and werewolves staggered back as she unleashed a one-woman barrage. Each card split into two as it sang through the air, and those that hit sliced through fur with hideous sharpness.

Your Razor Arrow skill is now level 2!

For a second, she thought that they could win this. For a second, Chase dared to hope. The lights in the distance were coming closer, the city taking notice of the ruckus or coming to investigate the fallen tower, she couldn't say. But whistles were sounding, and the constables would be here, before long. All they had to do was hold out. And though Chase was burning through her stamina, it was working... she wasn't killing them, but she was driving them back, and it was working...

...and then Don Sangue shrieked.

Everyone paused, and looked up to the mass of thorns and vines.

The Don writhed there, hanging from hundreds of thorns, blood dripping down from him like the world's most macabre lawn sprinkler. He twitched, one last time, and was still.

And then the Alpha turned to her. “What is it you say, dear?”

“Geek the mage!” Roared the squat werewolf.

“Bastien!” Cagna shouted. “Plan Gimli!”

“What?” Chase asked, confused.

“Do it!” Renny hopped out of her pack. “We'll be fine, we've got this!” he reassured Chase.

“I don't understand,” Chase said, pausing in mid-throw...

...and then the Muscle Wizaard scooped her up one-handed and threw her.

Sailing out beyond the torches, sailing into the black, Chase gulped and dropped her cards and tucked herself into a ball. She heard the Wizaard yell one last time, voice fading behind her...

“I hate to do this! But you asked for it! Rage! RAAAAAGGGGHHHH!”

“Phantasm!” Renny shouted, and the torches disappeared, replaced by a cloud of evil-looking green smoke. She heard a whole lot of werewolves yell... and then the sounds of the furry mob vomiting filled the night air, even drowning out the shouts and alarms and whistles approaching from the rest of the city.

Then she struck the ground, and everything went black... for a second. Maybe? It was hard to tell.

CON+1

Everything spun, and she got to her feet, and used a bit of what sanity she had left to heal herself. “Score another point for the armor,” she muttered, brushing herself off. Bruised, yeah. Broken, no.” Then she narrowed her eyes, and stared at the cloud. “Those jerks! They planned this!” Chase took off running, heading back to the fight, halven instincts momentarily deserting her...

...up until the point that a figure stepped out of the shadows of the rubble.

A fuzzy figure.

The smallest werewolf she'd seen yet, barely twice her height. Chase's mind flashed back to the halven-sized knife, and she gasped.

...and somehow that sound drew his attention, as red eyes turned her way.

Chase turned to run, but it was on her in seconds, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around. Its breath was hot and foul on her face, and Chase had nothing, had spent her energy in the fight, he had her dead to rights...

“Berrymore?”

It took her a second to realize that the creature's growl was a word. She squeaked.

“Chase Berrymore?” it asked again, and released her.

“What? She said. “Yes, I'm... who are... wait, hold on, how do you know me?”

The werewolf just stared at her, then it looked back at the city, and the roiling cloud. “No time. Where is the skin?”

“What?”

“Where is it? The skin! She needs the skin!”

“I don't... I don't know what skin you're talking about,” Chase said. “Please, just tell me, who are you?”

But then he was gone, loping off into the darkness, and his final words rang back to her. “Leave the city! Don't come back!”

Chase slumped to her knees, exhausted...

...at least until the words roused her once more, driving past exhaustion, revitalizing her weary muscles and tattered mind.

You are now a level 6 Archer!

DEX+3

PER+3

STR+3

You are now a level 7 Archer!

DEX+3

PER+3

STR+3

With entirely too many questions and dread in her heart, Chase headed back into the darkness to save her friends.

CHASE'S CHARACTER SHEET

Spoiler: Spoiler

Name: Chase Berrymore

Age: 15 Years

Jobs:

Halven level 10, Cook level 4, Archer level 7, Grifter level 10, Medium level 3, Oracle level 12, Painter level 2, Teacher level 4

Attributes / Pools / Defenses

Strength: 63 Constitution: 36 / Hit Points: 99 / Armor: 10

Intelligence: 62 Wisdom: 107 / Sanity: 169 / Mental Fortitude: 50

Dexterity: 121 Agility: 62 / Stamina: 183 / Endurance: 0

Charisma: 169 Willpower: 51 / Moxie: 220 / Cool: 59

Perception: 77 Luck: 175 / Fortune: 252 / Fate: 39

Generic Skills

Archery – Level 1

Brawling – Level 8

Climb – Level 15

Dagger – Level 2

Dodge – Level 12

Fishing – Level 14

Ride – Level 10

Stealth – Level 14

Swim – Level 7

Throwing – Level 27

Halven Skills

Fate's Friend – Level N/A

Small in a Good Way – Level N/A

Cook Skills

Cooking - Level 15

Freshen - Level 10

Archer Skills

Aim – Level 6

Demoralizing Shot – Level 1

Far Shot – Level 1

Missile Mastery – Level N/A

Quickdraw – Level N/A

Rapid Fire – Level N/A

Razor Arrow – Level 1

Ricochet Shot – Level 10

Grifter Skills

Feign Death – Level 1

Fools Gold – Level 1

Forgery – Level 1

Master of Disguise – Level 3

Old Buddy – Level 1

Pickpocket – Level 1

Silent Activation – Level 23

Silver Tongue – Level 7

Size Up – Level 4

Unflappable – Level N/A

Medium Skills

Bad Fortune – Level 6

Crystal Ball – Level 2

Good Fortune – Level 8

Séance – Level N/A

Stack Deck – Level N/A

Oracle Skills

Absorb Condition – Level N/A

Afflict Self – Level 1

Diagnose – Level N/A

Divine Pawn – Level N/A

Foresight – Level 38

Influence Fate – Level 4

Lesser Healing – Level 43

Omens and Portents – Level N/A

Short Vision – Level 2

Transfer Condition – Level 8

Painter Skills

Fast Dry – Level N/A

Painting – Level 5

Teacher Skills

Lecture – Level 10

Smarty Pants – Level N/A

Unlocked Jobs

Farmer, Herbalist

Gear

The Charlatan's Chapeau

Light Leather Armor – level 5

Enrico's Last Hand