Ramblings

Agizul did not pretend to follow the woman's thoughts and words. He did not speak enough of her language to make sense of everything she spoke. Like her drawings, there was an underlying urgency to her telling. As if her thoughts jumbled together into each other. Or she was simply being vague or purpose. He could not tell.

Lost friends and relics, Fang and the time of the first Seer and her exile, returning a hammer to the mountains and roles to play. Most of which was lost on him, some of these events had taken placed almost two thousand years ago. Others he had never heard of.

He didn't know what to tell her but he knew what that hand represented.

"I don't know what that hammer is or represents but that Black Hand..." He paused and looked around once more as if to check if they were still alone.
"That is the symbol of the Brotherhood of the Ebony Hand."