Tanvi coughed into her fist as she delayed answering the question for a moment. She could not say that she had never doubted the instructions she had been given, wondered whether or not they had been sent on a fool's errand. Now that she was living out the prophecy, however, she if anything felt a bit less confident in it. Clearly there was something to it, and that just meant it was certainly going to be interpreted wrong. That was the problem with prophecy, after all.<br/><br/>"We were sent out to find you," she said, deciding not to elaborate that they were to find two giants in the desert. "We left some three days ago at the behest of an old crone who had seen where it was that you would be."<br/><br/>That was the other problem with prophecy. When she tried to do it, it sounded silly. It probably was her utter lack of anything like the proper awe when it came to these things. She had always thought that her life was too short, and her time too valuable to make pronouncements. Unless, of course, there were consequences otherwise, but these giants seemed somewhat more casual than she had expected, and she was happy to take advantage of this latest development.<br/><br/>"There was also something about a destiny-forging sword—and an implication you'd be interested—in a cave of ice up a high mountain, beyond desert and jungle, probably guarded by nasty things that will probably do their best to eat me." She gave a drowsy smile. "I have rather been hoping that you're less tasty than I am."