It was another fragmented vision, as he always had. It was never anything concise, never anything detailed. Just vague images and sounds. Still, Magthorrosh found himself waiting by the side of the small pond just beyond the road. It was here that he had seen the vision.
He had seen a figure, though he could not make out the gender or race of this being. He was to wait here for it. He had gazed into the waters of the pond while he waited, and they told him that this being would be coming soon. The wind swirled around him in a gentle breeze while he waited, whispering in his ear. It's almost time...
Magthorrosh had no idea what to expect, or what his purpose was in meeting this being. He only knew that there was something great he could offer them, and something greater he could gain in return. Patiently, he waited, gazing out into the center of the pond and watching the ripples caused by the wind.