Fredrick ran the ball of his thumb against the hilt of his sword in quiet contemplation. He had felt... something. A sudden shift in his soul as the Seer took their leave of the tavern, was this what it felt like to be called by fate? And yet he found himself frozen, affixed to the floorboards beneath him, the last remainders of his doubt crippling him in it's attempt to steer his course away from this strange figure. His foot crept slowly ahead of him, soon followed by the other, as he reeled forward like a drunkard, just managing to catch his step before he collided with the newly entered patron.

"My apologies,... madam." He managed with a quick half bow, swiftly moving toward the door, throwing his shoulder into it as he burst out into the street.

The Seer and the girl with the look of the wild about her, were but feet ahead. A being of legend, naught but a few feet in front of him. Oh, how his old friend Simeon 'Lucky fingers' would have killed to be in his place. That fool had always thought himself destined for great things, it was a shame that he wound up with his own blade through his heart as Fredrick had pried it away from those, what turned out to be, not so lucky fingers. He blinked away the memory, before turning his gaze on the Seer, dealing with them would be as dangerous as dueling with Simeon had been that day.

"And what part do I play into all of this?" He asked carefully after them, as another question burned in the back of his mind, begging to be voiced. [i]Ask nothing of the seer, owe nothing.[/i] He reminded himself soothingly, fixing his face with the placid stare that he wore ever so well when at court. [i]Far better than a look of careful examination.[/i] He thought begrudgingly.