They were never traditional visits. On the surface, I would show up just like any other customer
getting their fortune told. But much more happened than vague predictions about the future
, or disguised attempts at therapy
Real things were happening.
Whatever problems I was having
in the world, the tower was giving me real tools to deal with them. Sometimes in magic. Sometimes with solid artifacts I could take with me. Sometimes with enchantments or even skills in combat.
The tower covered a wide range of help, but I didn't question
how they got everything they had. I was afraid of ruining a good thing.