Your heart was pounding you could hear the heavy footsteps of one of the thugs coming closer to you. You knew if caught that could very well mean spending the rest of your days as a swine, you only chance was to sneak out the back door of the parlor. You just managed to reach the door but as you raised you half mutated hand-hoof to grip the handle is when you realize how thick and inflexible your finger’s had become they were more like swollen finger like stubs that had even grown a thick keratin layer of nails at the ends that in time will form a hoof proper. You tried using your old griping muscles again and with all you might you forced what was left of you hand into one last action of grip and managed to turn the door handle. You were quickly though you bolted into the dark ally way through the back and escaped the attention of the unsuspecting thug who resumed his patrol ells wear. You couldn’t believe your luck, well you probable could not describe your current situation as anything but lucky your body had never felt so alien you couldn’t get a good look at yourself in the dark alley way but you felt far more pig like than human, but at least the way out was in sight. “Madam Fortuna’s great tent of fortune telling “you remember earlier in the day during the carnival you past by this very sign and bush it off as hogwash nonsense. But now it was probably the happiest thing you could see the lights inside her tent seemed to be still on she must still be there. You cautiously checked for any more Thugs and saw that the coast was clear, this was you chances and with all that you pig hybrid body could muster bolted across the alleyway and smashed right though the entrance landing right in the center of the tent.
Your eyes widened as the realization set in you still had no idea what this fortune teller was even like except that she might be magical enough to help you. Suddenly old thought’s popped into your head what if she’s working for Illusion or really is a fake and can’t help you. You scan the room, it was dimly light with decorative carpets lining the floor with several bizarre looking tables chairs and brightly colored pillows and cochins. Elaborate curtains obscuring the rest of the tent this place certainly had a feeling of ambiance, but as you tuned you head to see behind you suddenly your eyes widened in complete shock. There she was just standing there looking incredibly sinister in the eerie glow of the tent. She seemed like a small old woman with grayed hair and piercing green eyes dressed in carnival style fortune teller robes. You could not imagine how something like you would look like from her perspective some half mutated pig creature busting into the tent in the middle of the night should be at least shocking to anyone ells but the old gypsy lady she just stood there calmly glaring at you. Your piggish ears twitch as you improved hearing picked up a word that she said under her breath “knew it” as she slowly began to approach you. You were frozen in place from fear wounding if coming here was even a good idea of what would happen next.