Creative Practice Day 18

  "Ah! Can I help you sir?" A legionary strode into the tower with purpose.  "Yes, seer Jaibos. I require your services I need information pertinent to an investigation."  "I see. And what information do you seek?"  "The King's Hand, Tyr. I need to know where he is. He dissappeared from the castle two nights ago and no one can locate his whereabouts."  "Give me a moment, sir, and I shall see if I can aid you." the seer put down the project she was working on, and led the soldier over to the great brazier in one corner of the room. She took a peice of cloth and scrawled several runes on it, gathered various herbs and minerals, and threw all she had gathered into the fire. It glowed brightly and its hue shifted crimson. "I see a man, hanging in chains. He is not in a man made structure. It could be a cave. Shadows are cast on the wall behind him, I cannot make out the shapes." "Where is this cave?" The legionary asked, unable to see the visions of the seer.  "He is looking back at me" she gasped. "He has the gift of sight!"  "Quiet down!" The guard grabbed the seer, and put a hand over her mouth. "Let no one hear you say such things!"