"You long for more death?"
The soft whispery voice of the seer held a certain uniqueness that no one could replicate.
The five humans before the hooded figure only bowed in response. It was always difficult for the army to get information from the seer, but the seer was never wrong.
The small woman had only heard stories about the seer and tried to catch a glimpse under the hood. All she saw was a deep shadow that obscured everything, not even allowing an outline of a face to form.
No one had ever seen what the seer looked like and the seer's age and gender were part of a long list of mysteries that had to do with the fortune teller.
As the five straightened from their bows the Lightning Sword took the initiative.
"Great one, can you tell us where this demon lurks." The Lightning Sword held up a magically created image of Azemo.
The seer did not move after the Lightning Sword spoke and eventually, "I do not like this one", was heard.
"I don't understand you, revered seer."
