You stare at the old man for a moment. Why would someone who should be in a nursing home be handing out cards in a park anyway? Suddenly, an idea dawns on you: Isn't it always the old men who are the Wizards? You might actually get somewhere with one of these cards!
Despite how you already mocked the man, you decide to pick a card.
" Um... thank you is what I meant to say! So yes, I'll pick a card. " But as you reach over to select one, the old man frowns and pulls them away saying, "No no, you really don't have to. I can see that you are not really interested in the cards, but greed for what comes FROM the cards. And besides, you have already been rude to me, one of the towns elders. "
Thinking fast you reply, " Alright alright, you are correct old man, and I am sorry (but not really, you think). It is just that my life as not been going as I had planned. I am often very stressed. " Ha, you think again, Beet that!
" I seeeee. " says the old man, "Supose I let you pick a card for some wealth, but remember, wealth comes in my different ways. Pick a card. "