Tyr gently removed Sylescia from him and crouched by the pool. He swirled the waters with a single finger until images began to form in the reflection that did not include himself or Sylescia.<br/><br/>"I do not know that anything can be done," he said. "I have often found relief in the spirit of a righteous cause, but there are none these days." An image of a thousand black-armored crusaders appeared in the pool. In the shade of the tree's, slaughtered bodies and a burned village could be seen. "To the immeadiate north of the, the believers of Arakazashi march to enslave the lycans for their so-called heresy." he coughed violently, then continued: "Farther north, Skouda resides, ploting his escape. I've seen it, he's now acting on his plans." The pool changed to the image of the dark king himself. "Beyond that, Hesgodner has been dabbling with something. I fear whatever he has planned.<br/><br/>"These days, I fear, are dark. My dear Sylcesia, there will be too many an occasion to spill tears."