As the Seer had walked along the route he had sensed a presence nearby; however it did not seem to be hostile so the Seer ignored the presence and continued toward the 'heart' of the town.  The Seer could feel several pricklings down its spine, not hurtful ones, more like gentle proddings.  The Seer knew what these signs meant, the fates were once again bringing some rather integral characters to the stage for another grand play.  Unlike what the stories said, the Seer could not in fact control the events and information that flowed into his mind from outside his knowledge.  The Seer did have visions to be sure but trying to make any sense out of them was sort of like interpreting a dream, even if the image was clear the meaning could easily escape.  Thankfully the Seer had quite a bit of experience with this strange gift and therefore was quite good at figuring things out.  It appeared there would be a few intersecting stories in this village that the Seer would be a part of.

The large young man unloading the supply wagon, the traveler behind him, the presence that the Seer sensed, already a few of the pieces were starting to become apparent.  Course a few pieces to the puzzles were just that, pieces, the Seer would put the picture together eventually, now it was high time to get a drink and some food.  The Seer looked for the nearest place to get some refreshment, it appeared 'The Niirborhood Tavern' was the place to go.  The Seer idly wondered if the owner had purposefully decided to mis-spell neighborhood to make it specially or if he really thought that was the correct spelling but that was but a small mystery that did not deserve to be found out.

The Seer entered the establishment without hesitation.  There was a rowdy bunch in there already it appeared but the Seer was not bothered by some noise.  From some of the conversation in the tavern it appeared the Seer's reputation had preceded the mystic.  Still as was usual with such rumor one of the most important facts about the Seer was just plain ludicrous, the Seer's appearance.  The usual rumors were that the Seer was a wise old man who showed wisdom on his wrinkly face, was in fact a gorgeous and well-endowed woman, or was in fact a powerful warrior that used his mighty magics to lay waste to creatures of darkness.  The Seer never made any effort to correct the rumors as it allowed the magician to travel through most towns without too much trouble.  Being always on the move the Seer tried not to stay too long in any one spot unless there was a reason to be and it looked like Crosshaven might just be such a place.

The Seer strode across the floor, almost making no sound when walking.  The Seer made it to the bar and took a counter-seat with the men nearby.  "Barkeep a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  We wish to purchase a meal and a glass of honey-wine if available."  Honey-wine a step up from most of the low end drinks but did not quite reach the levels of sophistication of the higher class, still it was not a drink a regular working man could afford very often.  "As for the meal, we shall take whatever special you recommend to travelers in order to taste Crosshaven's flavor."

Even just sitting there and speaking the Seer gave off a distinct aura or...differentness.  It was not exactly odd just different, course the Seer's looks helped tip it over to more of an oddity along with that particular way of talking.  The Seer was capable of making people curious, weary, confused, and pleasant all at the same time.  It really was quite a feat.