Argo made his way quickly towards the town center, stopping to talk and converse with a few people along the way. [i]The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now![/i] [i]No, no! It was most definitely a girl![/i] Argo didn't wait for any further rumors, instead he sped on to his destination with all due speed. Upon approaching the front of the establishment the shaman waved hello to a couple of local customers. Although he lived on the outskirts of town his profession had made him quite well known and when he did not have the time to compose his own suppers he often came her, to the Niirborhood Tavern to get his fill. Today however he had a different sort of aim and so it was with this enthusiasm that Argo moved through the entryway.

Almost immediately the shaman was capable of picking the sage out. The. . . person, for he could not definitely tell whether it was a man or woman, released a certain aura which seemed to hang about them like rain clouds to mountains. Argo, more in touch with the supernatural than most, could almost visualize this aura and for the first time since he'd heard of the seer he began to have his doubts. Still, if what was said about the seer was true than his caution was heedless. 

As he approached Argo caught sight also of the tavern's master, Lucas Niir. Argo was not quite friends with the man though they were assuredly acquaintances. Having been a patron of the tavern for some time Argo was sure Lucas was also privy to his usual favorites in regards to food or drink; that is to say that Argo ate food that was rather plain and preferred some alternative to drinking alcohol whenever it was available. Trying his best to contain himself, the shaman drew up a seat next to the seer, almost at a loss for where to begin. He was sure his hesitance was palpable.