Sil chuckled throatily to himself and swallowed another marsh minnow. Life was being especially good to him at the moment and he was determined to enjoy it.
Who would have thought, he pondered as the minnow slid gloriously down his throat, that so soon after being banished from Thoros Beta and stripped of his assets that he would be not only back on his feet (as it were), but in considerable wealth.
Indeed, when an inquiry was ordered into Lord Kiv's death, he thought his very life may be forfeit. It was only a marginal relief when he was sentenced to exile and poverty.
And now here he was, living the good life like never before. And all thanks to those repulsive humanoids.
Well, not only them, but mostly. They seemed to be born gullible. He did not often see a decent reptilian face in his new line of work.
Ha, work! Money for marine slugs, as his old grandfather used to say. He never would have dreamed it would be so easy to make money. All thanks to Dingle.
Dingle was an Velgorn from the planet Rumo. He had taken Sil into his home after the two had met in a bar on Singos Minor. The Velgorn were eight foot high reptiles with long snouts like a birds beak and webbed feet. Dingle had two mates and a large number of hatchlings.
In fact, Dingle helped his 'little brother' a lot in the following weeks, lifting Sil's morose mood that had settled in after his exile. He had even thought at one stage of ending it all before the big Velgorn had taken pity on him. Not that Sil would have done it, of course. After all, there's no money in suicide.
It was while drinking and playing cards one night that Dingle had given Sil his brilliant idea. In a state of alcoholic reminiscence, Dingle told his new friend of the time he had visited the famous Psychic Circus during it's tour of the Boriatic Wastes, and of one particularly popular act.
Sil chuckled again at the memory. The thought had come to him in an instant. If the repulsive humans were willing to pay well for such a service, then they might as well pay him. It had not taken long to perfect the act, find somewhere to ply his new trade and wait for the money to roll in.
And roll in it did. Within the first week he had made enough to pay back what he owed Dingle for helping him set up (which he didn't of course. After all, what good is a friend if you can't rip them off?). It seemed that the humans really were as stupid as they were ugly.
Sil sighed in satisfaction as he climbed out of his nutrient tank and let the lid close behind him. He dried himself off, swallowed down a last marsh minnow and pulled the square of silk material that was his robe over his head. Lunch-break was over, time to get back to work.
In fact, he could hear a customer now. He settled into his professional persona as the foolish human sat opposite and parted with his money.
"Greetings, good sir. I am Sil The All-Seeing and I will now predict your future!"
