[h2][center]Avienus[/center][/h2]


The slew of additions to the group was quite staggering, the High Priestess, the Fool, The Knight of Waves. Contemplating the group Avi’s eyes wandered from person to person. The Fool, this girl was skittish and ill equipped for this and yet such a potent card for her? Stranger things had certainly happened today. Tracking Saganat as he suddenly assailed someone on the sidewalk Avi tilted his head and watched the proceedings camly. That certainly ended the debate about where to look for the secondary bounty. 


Hairs stood up on the back of his neck and The Mistarot turned to scan the crowd. Sailors around Greenwater Isle used to get a similar feeling. It was a place where even those with no magic could feel the Winds of Fate and what he felt was what they called an Ill Wind. Scanning the crowd he took the whole deck from its case. The metal cards slithered up his left arm curving to keep themselves from catching on his sleeves. 


Two of the Tarot dropped neatly into his left hand as he manipulated the hilt of the curved dagger in his belt. Finally his eyes caught the figure moving through the crowd; that was until the individual vanished. The screaming made him shiver even in the sunlight. Something was wrong here and he wasn’t sure what exactly it was. Long ago Avi had learned to tell sheer blind chance from the machinations of fate. This was not blind chance. 


Stepping away from the group he shot a look at them to see if anyone else had noticed. With a subtle incline of his head he moved towards the place where he’d seen the individual. 


Letting the crowd flow around him like water Avi reached into his bag. Producing a skin of salt water the Stormcrack Diviner poured it into the air. Exerting his will on it Avi halted its descent and pulled it into a single floating globe. Capping the skin he set it back in his bag; with both hands free Avienus framed the water with his hands and slowly pulled the globe into a thin oval shape. 


It was a lens of sorts. 


Peering through it Avi let his eyes go unfocused as he started to roll back the memory of the spot searching for a face in the crowd through his lense of salt water. Without preparations there was a limit to how far back he could look but the lens could show him anything that had happened in a place in the last twenty minutes or so and from any angle so long as he moved it to look at it. It wasn’t back tracking through time so much as peering back through time through the memory of a particular place.


“Where are you...you sneaky bastard….”

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