Welcome, Daeva.

I've been expecting you.

Fate insists on telling me its secrets. Everywhere I look I see portents and omens.

The signs are askew, as if your future flies with but one wing. I see your death, so close I can almost feel its breath, but...your life doesn't seem threatened. In fact, your destiny glows brightly...brightly...

You don't believe any of this, do you?

I mean that something, someone influences your fate.

This person's birth was marked by a star of great significance. Don't ask me why, but he seems to be helping you, preserving the thread of your life.

There is more...another presence, malign and foreboding. It reaches toward you, for your life...

Who...who are you?

No. You're a stranger, even to yourself.

You should keep these words with you. They may prove more useful than any weapon.

If someone helps you on your journey, you must give them your trust.

You'd be surprised how little I expect of you. Still, you've demonstrated an astonishing depth of ignorance.

Your journey to this city, your struggles, victories, and failures are all clear to me. I see you...in a dark place...a place of death, talking with an exiled Daeva.

You may doubt me, but never doubt the one who helps you. Without this person, you are lost.