Erthenia

Antaer remembered well that he could ask only one question and make one request. He wondered how much it would cost. He had absolutely no money. Or maybe this fortune teller didn't need money.
The Assarian was struck by the appearance of the sage; he had imagined him quite differently. But now, all thoughts were jumbled in the elf's head. Perhaps he should ask for something from the local items, or something even better. But Antaer was somewhat inexperienced in these matters, and the place impressed him so much that the elf blurted out the first thing that came to his mind:
-Tell me... please... the cause of my death. - he mumbled.