In a bar at the end of the universe, in a corner table at the end of the bar, there sits a woman, nursing a drink, occasionally feeding bits of food to a bird-like thing perched on her shoulder.

She's just finished advising someone. Got a good story out of it, and another small charm - a circular piece of jade with flowers carved into it; apparently it brings luck with projects. She's carefully wrapping it up to put in her bag, making sure its magic won't interact with any of her other things, all the while humming quietly. The tune is strange and discordant, and at once strange and hauntingly familiar. 

The room isn't too crowded, with a low murmur of conversation washing over her. It's unlikely anyone else already here will approach her; still, she puts up her sign, reading in large print, "Advice on paths to success," then under that, "Reasonable rates." She thinks sometimes she should come up with something snazzier, but this seems to work well enough.

Maybe someone interesting will come in the door sometime soon.