Lighting a fire in the brazier, the herbs and powders form a fragrant smoky mass, which old Mary breathes in deeply. For a moment, there is no effect, but then her eyes take on a strange gleam.
"The miller's bane of three nights past,
a force of three a knight not last,
a group of three held quite fast,
in bonds all made of silver.
The hope of three with hearts of black,
to burn and loot and cities sack,
they hold the key to what they lack,
in bonds all made of silver.
The girl must rush to aid those held,
with the one whose minds do meld,
and he who seeks a brother felled
and bound in bonds of silver."
As the last words leave Mary's lips she collapses in a heap. Moments later, she starts to spasm. Kirin jumps up and rushes to her aid.
"She needs help, and right away." Kirin declares. "I'd better stay with her. This kind of vision, though, I've heard about it -- if you don't act on it immediately, it can quickly lose its usefullness. That may be what the 'must rush' part comes from."