Quite famous for your readings, then? [That's said with a curious edge to his tone as he finally finds his silver and steel pipe, thankfully still filled with some of his fogweed, even if he extinguished the fire earlier. He can tell without even looking down into the small bowl, just from the fragrance of the herb inside.]

I've not seen anythin' extraordinary, sorry to say. I'll not be joining those throngs of people any time soon.

[There's mischief on every part of his face though. He's just joking.]