The man called Seer had no eyes.
SeerHis captors had taken them with a white-hot iron, to prevent bleeding and to keep him alive. If he had anything to thank Quam for, it was that they had taken his eyes while he was unconscious with pain from the loss of his legs. Those had been crushed off at the knees by an Orgooth war wagon, which he thought was fair enough since he was trying to set the wagon on fire to roast the Orgooth alive.
What was not fair was that while he was unconscious, either Quam, some devil, some dark Orgooth deity, or his unseen captors themselves, had cursed him with some grotesque oracular power. His captors called it ‘second sight’ as if it were some great boon from Quam, but they used his so-called gift as if he were no less a tool than a spade or an adze.
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