Clues

There I was, attempting to climb the ladder to the Apartment in vain. It was only the next day, but the media from all over Gielenor had come and were hounding me at the ladder's base. My sweaty hands shook with annoyance as I tried to fit my key into the latch lock.

"Mr. Frumac, how is it like to be a seer?"

"Mr. Frumac! Mister! How do you trigger your precognitions?" Those were just some of the questions I remember. I could feel anger and annoyance grow inside...

"Shut UP!" I yelled. The crowd instantly fell quiet. "Can't you leave a man to his life and business?" I finally shoved the mithril key into the heavy lock and turned it. The hatch groaned open; the media stared into our home. Before they could ask one more irritating question, I deftly swept inside and slammed the hatch down, locking it securely.

"Sounds like you've been having a fun day," Rarren said from the corner. He was finishing some Advanced Mechanics homework.

"Oh, don't even joke about that. Where's Livan?" I asked.

"She went to the library to research something called the 'Bazzmel'." A light went off in my head.

"You mean Bazsmaal? King Roald mentioned it to me." I began to ponder.

"Yeah, she thinks they might be causing this drought."

"I'll be right back," I said.

"You're really going back through that?"

"No." I threw some runes at my feet, and I rose up in a tube of blue and purple.