He smiled. "So quick to judge. I am not a witch, or a warlock, or a prophet of doom. They are filled with wickedness. All that I have is that which is given to me by he who is. But nonetheless I am a prophet, just one of the rare ones. It's a shame that we've been lumped in with those half-wits and amateurs that call themselves prophets. Talking about chaos and the world ending all the time. However, it is just by chance that I come to you talking about such things." He looked over to Tobias. "Now then do you still want me to leave or do you want to hear what I have to say?"