'Miss Berk, you trouble me so but this is far from over.' The slender fingers of the man run through the water rippling the surface of the scrying basin. The image shifts and Megera appears in the water, her visage is gaunt and pale. ' You are looking weak, Megera, you need to eat my dear and I have run out of those from that night. It is only a matter of time before you give in my dear and you become what I need.' The image shifts again, and Andor Berk appears. 'You are so full of anger, boy it will only take the slightest push.' The man walks from the basin over to an ancient tapestry on the wal and kneals before it. 'Sym Oleander, I am your humble servant.'
