Ementha smiles broadly at Cedric's excitement, and it doesn't diminish much even with Tring's less than enthusiastic response.

"That I be. That I be. So, can I assume we have a deal then? A few readings of the future in exchange for a ride to this mage's tower? I'm Ementha, by the way." She offers her hand to Cedric, whether to be shaken or helped up into the wagon, it is unclear. "So, who wants to be first?" she asks as if the answer weren't obvious.