Tales of Great Fortune XII - A tale of reinvigoration

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin feels he is ready to make a new start with his fortune telling company, after the unfortunate events in the previous episode taught him a lot.

Note - this is so far the only tale of great fortune that is thightly linked with the previous episode.

Submitted: March 20, 2016

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"Nonsense, Porric, it is an excellent exercise for both body and soul to be locked in a dark cellar for 3 days. Do you really think that I would not be able to get out myself?"
 
The Great Trenlin had lost quite some weight during his contemplation period in the cellar. He felt rejuvenated. Moreover, a more pronounced cheekbone would definitely add a hint of mystery to his appearance. It would surely be something that could justify a raise in his hourly rates. 
The Great Trenlin knew the future was looking good. He did not regret his time in the basement for one single moment.
 
"Still sir, I really should apologize. That power outage should have given me a clue that something went wrong."
"It did not go wrong, Porric, how many times do I need to tell you?"
"Of course, being stuck in our elevator, there was little I could do."
"Serves you well Porric, the elevator is only to be used when Jupiter is entering the recuperation zone of the universe. Didn't you read your astrology?"
"I did, sir, I did. But that Chinese zodiac confuses me a lot. I don't understand any of those strange letters."
"You do not need to READ it, Porric, you need to FEEL it. You really are a difficult student. Did the firemen say anything about the bill?"
"No sir. Not at all. They seemed a bit upset. Probably I should not have called them."
"Of course not, Porric. If you would have had the patience to wait just a couple of days more, I would surely have reactivated the power."
 
It was a source of constant annoyance to the Great Trenlin to see the incompetence of his co-worker. The forces of the universe were playing a foul game on him. He knew he would have to succumb to their wishes anyway, so he had little choice but to make the best of it.
 
"Come here, Porric, I need to teach you something."
 
The hand of the Great Trenlin was still aching when the door bell went.
 
"Would you answer the door for me, Porric?"
"Certainly sir," Porric replied while rubbing his painful cheek, "what did he ask?"
"The door, Porric! The door! There is someone at the door. I feel he is quite important."
 
After a few seconds, a fairly young lady entered the room. The Great Trenlin was not surprised. Many visitors entered the room right after ringing the door bell.
 
"Welcome, honourable guest, please be seated. Your future is looking bright. It will be a great pleasure to reveal it to you."
The lady seemed a bit lost. It was a common trait of all visitors. A keen indicator that they were in great need of guidance by a skilled fortune teller.
"What happened to your colleague?"
"My colleague?"
"Is he the butler then? Or your son? A younger brother?"
"I can clearly see you are a bit troubled, young lady. But rest assured! Your path will be enlightened! And it will not be expensive."
"The one who answered the door," the lady insisted.
"Oh! Porric!" The Great Trenlin immediately knew, "That is not my colleague. He is my dedicated subordinate and trusted employee. I am training him to become a fortune teller as well. To my disappointment, there is a lot that he doesn't see coming," the Great Trenlin explained while rubbing his hand.
 
"Are you mister Trenlin?"
"I prefer to be called the Great Trenlin. Credit where credit's due, don't you think?"
"Hi. My name is Hannah. I am an independent journalist covering local human interest stories. Could you comment a bit on the fuss with the firemen? How did you get stuck and how happy are you to be free? It does not need to be a long story. A couple of lines will suffice."
"My, my... Be seated, my lady, be seated. Please allow me to explain why a couple of lines do not suffice to cover a story about the contemplation techniques of the Great Trenlin. But first, tell me... What do you think of my pronounced cheekbone?"


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