Urien puffed his pipe in deep thought, "Let me look into my scrying mirror." From his robe the mage pulled a black mirror from his robe and flicked his fingers.
Skarde tilted his head like he heard something for a moment.
Upon the dim surface a white form came into view.
At a table was a fat man though he had the aspect of a boy. The man-child's face was covered with a strange pox. Skarde leaned in to catch a glimpse before being pushed back. "Not yet, friend." 2/x
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