Brenar:
Brenar thought about it then nodded. "It could help. But finding the right question will be tricky." He stated, trying to figure out how to work it to be efficient, but still answered Yes or no.
Grwn stares at
Brenar and
Dann from under a knitted brow, then gives a wry, sideways smile.
"This 'Hugh' is unknown to me," Grwn begins, "but I am happy to help, especially when my particular talents can be of service.
The warlock arches his back and inhales the winter air deeply through flared nostrils. He spits in his hands, rubs them together, then smooths the hair on his temples back and ties the plaits behind his head.
Walking among the Mounds, Grwn mumbles incoherent incantations as he produces a small knife from inside his belt. After a few moments, he suddenly turns back to his companions with a wild look in his eyes. The knife is gripped in his right hand, poised over his open left palm.
"So, what do we know, and what do we want to know?"
The warlock looks anxious to begin, as a light sweat beads upon his brow. He continues. "We don't want to ask questions we know the answers to, so what shall I ask of the spirits?"
Bouncing nervously on his heels, he prompts, "Come, my friends, the spirits are waiting..."