The Seer appeared...disappointed as the mystic looked into the girl's eyes.  Having gleaned all the information that was necessary from her eyes the Seer turned from her to focus on finishing eating and drinking.  "Revenge is it...not a motive we have any high regard for, all that breeds is hatred and malice."  The Seer took another large drink of the honey-wine and smacked its lips a few times in contentment.  "Despite these misgivings, fate has dictated this meeting and we shall see this through."  The Seer reached into its cloak and brought forth a spool of white thread and unraveled a strand about a yard in length and cut it off with a fingernail of all things.

[i]"Thread of Fate
Reveal the path to take
Connect the strands
Reveal the plan
Decide our fates
Before time dictates"[/i]

The Seer repeated this chant as fingers danced across the thread, leaving behind bows, loops, and knots as they went on.  Soon the long strand was now looking quite irratic and utterly random.  By the end there were three distinct segments that could be seen, one had more knots than anything else, the second had several bows and frayed edges, the third had a single loop and the just ended abruptly, the end torn off and broken.  The Seer stared at the separate segments with a thoughtful expression, then handed it over to the young shaman.  "So which of these three paths would you take?"  The Seer asked and continued to finish the meal which was almost gone at this point.