"Well," Dick began, readying himself to tell quite a tale. "I happen to know this witch, Lady Gertrude she calls herself. She's really old, for a witch. I think at least a thousand years. She won't tell me how old she is. But she's pretty smart. And usually right. Occasionally she'll spout off these weird prophecies from visions she gets from looking into her cauldron. Well a few months back, she actually sought me out, pointed me in your direction and told me I would need your help on this thing and it was a task of vital importance. I learned long ago to do what she asks, so here I am." As he finished, he mentally prepared himself for rejection. Sure the old hag was right about things he needed to do, but she was almost never helpful with saying [i]how[/i] to do any of the things he had to.