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"We'll let ya know if we find out anything," officer Horne said, jotting down a few notes and putting away his note pad. The old man nodded, and went back into the convenience store. Eyes still on the crime scene, Horne spoke without turning. "Whatcha think, kid?" Pearson paused. "Looks like your run of the mill stick-up to me." "Looks that way," Horne agreed. "But don't jump to conclusions. Did ya notice anything unusual?" Pearson stopped and thought a bit, his eyebrows furling first one way, then the other. "They came in the front door, one approached the cash register, pulled a gun and demanded money. The cashier complied, pulling a wad of money out of the register and handing it over. The gunman took it, and the two perps left. No one got hurt, nothing got broken. Didn't even bother stealing anything. They just took the money and ran." "Aren'tcha missing something?" Horne asked, making it clear that Pearson was, in fact, missing something. When Pearson didn't answer,

“We hereby call to order The Council of The Unseen Seers,” The Officiator said to the many other dark cloaked figures in the dark room, seated around the great obsidian table. “By now, we have all selected our chosen heroes and set them out on their journeys. Is this not so?” “It is so,” said the cloaked figures in unison. “Very good. Then let us share our tales so far. Her Voice Shakes The Heavens, shall we begin with your tale?” Her Voice Shakes The Heavens stood. “Very well. My chosen one was the only son of a common shepherd. He expected nothing of his life other than to continue his father's trade. But then he met a wise old woman who told him that he is destined for greatness. He said she must be mistaken, for he is but a shepherd and must tend to his flock. But when he returned home, he found his village burnt to the ground.” After she finished, she took her seat again. There was some general murmuring of approval from the other Seers, and some polite clapping. “Very