The Caravan of Crossed Shadows

Madame Solen's fortune-telling caravan sits at the edge of the harbour fair, its curtains half-drawn against the salt wind. You are Wren Ossi, a student of ciphers who tracked a stolen medallion — the Sigil of the Threefold Eye — to this very caravan three nights ago. Madame Solen herself is absent, but the door swung open when you knocked. Inside, the shadows hang wrong, and something about the brass lamp on the reading table has been arranged too deliberately to be chance.