Jordan nods. "It makes a lot more sense now than it did at the time. I mean, as visions go, it wasn't a terribly exciting one."
"A Primogen losing her memory didn't seem important?" you reply, bewildered.
Her nose wrinkles. "I didn't know that at the time. It just looked like she was wandering aimlessly in the street looking confused. Not all of my visions are exciting, Agad the Imperishable. Half the time they're just people going about their normal, boring lives."
"Where did you last see her?" Qui asks, drumming his fingers along his side anxiously.
"I left her back at her house, but I wasn't sure who to go to. I thought you might have some idea who to talk with." She looks at Qui again. "Situations like this can be…fragile."
"Damn right they can be fragile," the Sheriff grumbles as he waves his attachés to his side. "It looks like we're going to pay a visit to the Maier household."