The Seer's vision

The Seer awoke from a terrible dream. He knew he must move quickly, or the time for a good reading would pass.

From a metal case under his cot, he grabbed a wax candle. He dashed out of his wigwam to the pit where last night's fire had burned down to embers.

He scooped some still warm ashes from the edge of the fire to form a small pile.

With a quick incantation the candle was lit. He held it upright and steady, so the wax would pool at the top, instead of running down the edges.

When there was enough, he carefully poured a drop of wax onto the mound of ash.

The wax and ash merged, and as it began to cool, the Seer comtemplated the shape that it had formed. a small bump at the top, an elongated snout to the right.

This is a dragon he thought. He searched his long memory for all the things that a dragon symbol might mean. A storm? An actual dragon? No. None of those this time. Ah, he thought, a villain, or the return of an old enemy.

By this time, enough wax had formed on the candle for the second reading. This time, the wax formed into a thin line, with a point at the bottom. Clearly, this was the dagger. No guessing required. Clearly the symbol of revenge.

An old enemy seeking revenge? Revenge on the Malathil? But for what? Who could this old enemy be?

"Tell me where" he said aloud. He poured the wax for the third and final reading into the ash. The cooling wax formed the shape of a pyramid before his eyes.

He put his finger to his lips and paused. Was he reading this correctly? Was he jumping to the wrong conclusion? He concentrated. He hoped that he was wrong,  but the reading was clear enough to call for swift action. He would awake the elder, and tell him that they must send out a party of scouts to investigate. They must go to the pyramid tomb to the west, and learn if Trakas Wingsong has truly returned to seek his revenge.