"Not many men would have the chance you do," The fake oracle smiles again. She loosens her robes in a very seductive way. "To ask anything you wish of our Lord Apollo."

Hunter is only standing there for a few minutes, when he observes the youngest girl, the one who had given a much more accurate prediction, stand and head over to a rack of spools that is quite close to where he hides.

"There is no time to waste. You must flee with your friend. The guards have been called. They will place you in the labor camps." She whispers just under her breath, warning Hunter.

"We need to speak to you."

"By the river, where the cat tails flicker at midnight. The sycamore tree will unite us. Go quickly..." She rushes back to her station.