She rubbed her hands together gleefully and nearly bounced in her seat as the teacup was slid toward her, "Let's see what your future holds, dear brother." Elsbeth turned the cup counter clockwise, as her books had instructed and then studied the dregs for several long minutes. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed.

"This is not good," She breathed and as she looked up at him, her eyes brimmed with tears, "Not good at all. August... I fear that..." She faded off and bit at her knuckle, unable to continue the reading.