Alvira watched Celris run back outside and shout to the wind her sorrows.  It had been long since Alvira had had anyone to call her own.  In fact she couldn't remember the last time she saw her parents.  They were mere wisps in her memory now, reminders of what was once her life.  The second they realized her gift, her tragic gift, they hid her away in the canyon of the Crag to hide in isolation.  It was then he came to her, Crane.  He showed her the truth of her gift, and why she had been given it.  It came at a price though, for every time she delved into the souls of others, she lost part of her own spirit.  Only as of late did she feel it's effects.  It took longer to think about simple tasks, longer to eat, and longer to wake in the morning.  Everything was just.... longer.<br/><br/>Ozbourne watched Celris for some time before Alvira had the thought to speak to him.<br/>"Ozbourne, come inside now.  She will not follow yet.  You are going to wonder who I am, and probably wonder why I know your name.  I am Alvira.  I am the seer that you were going to be delivered to by 'Black' as you call him.  Because he's a friend, I am going to show you things.  Things you don't know about yourself.  Things you do." Alvira took a hearty swig of her beverage before continuing.<br/>"I suggest you fetch your friend.  Her brother's not coming back."