You talk about the little lamb in his arms. For a moment, you hesitate, afraid you'll be interrupted again or whisked off to some other place. But Hassan simply hugs the lamb close and begins to tell his story.

"That time I got drunk... I didn't even know you back then. I passed out in a filthy ditch, almost drowned. I could see my whole life flash by, and I thought, 'Well, this is it.' So I figured, before I die, I should write one last good poem... And then I heard one. A really good one. Shame it wasn't mine!"

You blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Ha! I have no idea. Someone was reciting a poem inside my head. They asked if I thought it was good. I said, 'Of course, it's bloody brilliant!' Then the voice asked, 'If you survive, could you write something even better?' I said, 'I don't know, but I'd die to try.' And then... I woke up. I wasn't dead. Not even close. Strange, isn't it? I was sure I was done for."

You fall silent, thoughtful. Then he softly recites the final lines of that mysterious poem:

"Just listen, quietly,

like a river

listening to its own source..."

The two of you talk for a long while. When he finally takes his leave, something curious happens—The weight that had been haunting your life simply fades away, as if it had never been there at all.

Conditions:

• Not Slot #2 = 1

Result:

• Card (Omen)

You talk about the little lamb in his arms. For a moment, you hesitate, afraid you'll be interrupted again or whisked off to some other place. But Hassan simply hugs the lamb close and begins to tell his story.

"That time I got drunk... I didn't even know you back then. I passed out in a filthy ditch, almost drowned. I could see my whole life flash by, and I thought, 'Well, this is it.' So I figured, before I die, I should write one last good poem... And then I heard one. A really good one. Shame it wasn't mine!"

You blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Ha! I have no idea. Someone was reciting a poem inside my head. They asked if I thought it was good. I said, 'Of course, it's bloody brilliant!' Then the voice asked, 'If you survive, could you write something even better?' I said, 'I don't know, but I'd die to try.' And then... I woke up. I wasn't dead. Not even close. Strange, isn't it? I was sure I was done for."

You fall silent, thoughtful. Then he softly recites the final lines of that mysterious poem:

"Just listen, quietly,

like a river

listening to its own source..."

The two of you talk for a long while. When he finally takes his leave, something curious happens—The weight that had been haunting your life simply fades away, as if it had never been there at all.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Injured) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Equipment of Slot #2: Remove Injured

You talk about the little lamb in his arms. For a moment, you hesitate, afraid you'll be interrupted again or whisked off to some other place. But Hassan simply hugs the lamb close and begins to tell his story.

"That time I got drunk... I didn't even know you back then. I passed out in a filthy ditch, almost drowned. I could see my whole life flash by, and I thought, 'Well, this is it.' So I figured, before I die, I should write one last good poem... And then I heard one. A really good one. Shame it wasn't mine!"

You blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Ha! I have no idea. Someone was reciting a poem inside my head. They asked if I thought it was good. I said, 'Of course, it's bloody brilliant!' Then the voice asked, 'If you survive, could you write something even better?' I said, 'I don't know, but I'd die to try.' And then... I woke up. I wasn't dead. Not even close. Strange, isn't it? I was sure I was done for."

You fall silent, thoughtful. Then he softly recites the final lines of that mysterious poem:

"Just listen, quietly,

like a river

listening to its own source..."

The two of you talk for a long while. When he finally takes his leave, something curious happens—The weight that had been haunting your life simply fades away, as if it had never been there at all.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Cursed) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Equipment of Slot #2: Remove Curse

You talk about the little lamb in his arms. For a moment, you hesitate, afraid you'll be interrupted again or whisked off to some other place. But Hassan simply hugs the lamb close and begins to tell his story.

"That time I got drunk... I didn't even know you back then. I passed out in a filthy ditch, almost drowned. I could see my whole life flash by, and I thought, 'Well, this is it.' So I figured, before I die, I should write one last good poem... And then I heard one. A really good one. Shame it wasn't mine!"

You blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Ha! I have no idea. Someone was reciting a poem inside my head. They asked if I thought it was good. I said, 'Of course, it's incredibly brilliant!' Then the voice asked, 'If you survive, could you write something even better?' I said, 'I don't know, but I'd die to try.' And then... I woke up. I wasn't dead. Not even close. Strange, isn't it? I was sure I was done for."

You fall silent, thoughtful. Then he softly recites the final lines of that mysterious poem:

"Just listen, quietly,

like a river

listening to its own source..."

The two of you talk for a long while. When he finally takes his leave, something curious happens—The weight that had been haunting your life simply fades away, as if it had never been there at all.

Conditions:

• Any
  • Slot #2 Has Card = The Sultan's Suspicion
  • Slot #2 Has Card = Madness

Result:

• Clean Slot #2: 1