Were it any other time, she would have cased a withering glare at her friend; of course he ran the shop, that much was obvious, but - and this was where she had to tread lightly so as to not…reveal too much - she knew that he must do more if he had been able to become the subject of that card in Basil’s hands. There was something else he dealt in, and it seemed that Foxwood wasn’t privy to those kinds of dealings.

A good thing and a bad thing, which seemed pretty much par for the course today.

“He will be,” Sybella said, looking at the three different charts in front of her before she started to trace through a complicated series of spells. “But only by a stroke of extreme luck.”