Alte Frau mit Kopftuch und viel Schmuck, die mit einer Hand ihr Kleid rafft und die andere erwartungsvoll nach vorne streckt. Modell wahlweise mit szenischer 25 mm Base mit Fass, Rad, Schädel und Kristallkugel verfügbar

"“So you want to have your fortune read, huh?” - two girls were talking right outside of the dark star-spangled tent. “I thought I wanted but now I don’t think I will” - the brunette answered cautiously - “Did you hear what happened to Sarah? Last year she came to Madame Astra to ask about her future marriage. She was marrying the love of her life and was expecting a baby. The fortune-teller told her she should not marry this man and that it would be better for her to raise the child alone. Sarah was outraged by such insolence and commanded the fortune-teller to come up with a different prophecy because she believed the first one was incorrect. “Don’t teach the fish how to swim - Madame Astra replied - you’d better learn yourself”. So what do you know, after the wedding, the newlyweds bought tickets on the boat to go to Sarah’s hometown on a honeymoon. The boat went missing and was later found sunken with all the passengers drowned. Poor Sarah! So I was thinking... did Madame Astra read Sarah’s fortune and tried to warn her or was she offended by her words and cursed her, actually causing the accident?”. “This is so horrible and scary! Why did we come here in the first place then? Let’s get as far away from the tent as possible!” - the red-haired girl was in shock after hearing Sarah's story. “My Dad is sick. We tried every medicine, used priest’s services, prayed every day but nothing is helping. I thought this is my last chance to find out if he can be cured”. A sudden gust of wind made shivers running up and down their spines. A low voice struck upon their ears: “So you two girls have come to ask for my advice. Let Madame Astra help you. Madame Astra sees everything and knows what awaits. Come into my tent and let’s chat.” “N-n-n-no, thank you, we were already leaving” - the red-haired girl was slowly moving away from the suddenly emerged old lady - “Let’s go, Sheryl, quickly!”. “I can’t” - Sheryl lowered her head - “I have to find out about my Dad”. “I don’t see very well, help me come back to the tent, my dear” - the old lady smiled - “And be polite, say goodbye to your friend”."

Madame Astra, Wahrsagerin