The Seer's room was a sad sight. It smelled strongly of herbs and burning incense. The flames made weird shadows on the walls. They looked like restless spirits.

Sage stood in the middle of the room. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight. His looks were ferocious. Across from him, the Seer sat cross-legged on a woven mat, his piercing gaze fixed on Sage like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You’re reckless, boy," the Seer muttered, his eyes narrowed, shining with a fierce light. His ...