Amon stepped from the merchants boat into the port of the seaside town. It was relatively late in the day so the docks were almost abandoned. He could hear a raucous din coming from one of the buildings and he guessed that the dockers could no doubt be found there. They're probably boring the poor ol' barkeep to death thought Amon.

As he started to walk across the quiet docks, Amon noticed the odd looks he was getting. His foreign garb made him stand out like a sore thumb, so he pulled up his hood and walked slowly trying not to draw attention to himself.

Now, he thought where can I find a quiet spot? As he walked Amon passed a lady selling flowers to the locals, she provided him the perfect distraction and he was able to walk past without being noticed. Looking over his shoulder he darted into an alleyway and making sure he wasn't being watched took out his scrying glass.

The small object sat in the palm of his hand, the black leather of his gloves playing against the familiar edges and runes. The scrying glass was shaped like a flower of sorts, the centre was hexagonal with six triangular petals each bearing a single rune at the edges.

Amon breathed deeply before clasping the scrying glass, he started to utter an incantation under his breath. He closed his eyes and his back arched.

[i]Before him a man, not in his place... his purpose strong but unknown, his cloth and role new.[/i]

Amon gasped his eyes darting open for the briefest moment before closing once more.

[i]A rider, he was honourable but confused... he was not like the first... he sought purpose reason.[/i]

Amon's eyes opened once more and he inhaled sharply as his eyes closed again.

[i]A lady, elegant and nimble stood before the rider... she stood above the town looking down... knowledge he could sense it about her, it swarmed around her...[/i]

Amon snapped back into his body gasping, he breathed heavily and placed the scryng glass now red hot into its black case before reattaching it to his belt. Amon looked about once more, and immediately saw the castle looming over the town he now stood in. He wondered... might he find the rider and the lady there, or would he be better served finding this man who was out of place? Amon, after a moment's thought resolved to try and kill two birds with one stone and set about making his way towards the castle, trying to make sense of what his visions had shown him.