Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

It had bothered him, ever since he noticed the glimpse it had been stuck in his minds eye. It couldn't have been a coincidence, there was no chance. His divinations never lied to him, yet it seemed to far from the truth. So he had decided to do some research himself. With his skull hookah in one of his hands and a cloak over his shoulder, he went into town. He had seen her in one of his visions and after a bit of scrying, he knew where she was going. It had been some time since he had done this, not after he got the house he was living in right now, at least. Luckily it wasn't a skill that you could lose, it had been part of him as long as he remembered.
The cold blew in his face, but the sunlight made it enjoyable, still he was happy with his cloak. He put up the hood, sat down on a table outside and waiting till he noticed the silver hair that he was looking for. With the hood covering most of his face, nobody should be able to recognize him here, so he could do this anonymously. "Young lady," he said with a calm and collected voice, when he noticed her on the street. "Can I show you a glimpse of your future?" He presented the skull hookah from under his cloak and placed it on the table in front of him. "First time is free."

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

It's a shame, she did not bite. He had to be smarter, more cunning, he wouldn't get many other chances to do this. A small smile was visible from under the cloak, while he picked up the skull hookah and grabbed some herbs from under his cloak. With a quick gesture, he put them in the top of the hookah and let the smoke come up. After that, he grabbed the skull from the table and let her see the glowing eyes. "Have faith, Nerys," he spoke with a cold tone in his voice. He inhaled the smoke and blew it into the air, where it formed a vision of the girl in front of him, sitting on a long dark table across an open fire. On the other end of the table sat a man clad in the shadows from the fire behind him. "It looks like you're going to meet someone new in your life, someone who's going to rattle your believes." When the smoke cleared, he sat back down and coughed once. He started to feel that he had not done this for quite some time. "Raanan is never wrong." 

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

Was that fear in her eyes? She didn't look too happy with what he was doing, and he couldn't actually blame her. Most of the time he was nice and humble when he did things like this, but he had made an exception this time, just to toy a bit with the girl he knew nothing about. She asked him how he knew her name and only a smile was visible from under the the hood of his cloak. "Raanan told me your name, dear silver one," he told her. After that he looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting hers and a smile formed on his face. After that he stood up and lowered the hood of the cloak. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you. It was all in good fun. My name is Mortem Rizal, I'll be the host of tonights dinner for you and Governess Trygg." He bowed slightly. He looked at the vision in the smoke, that was still lingering around. "And to answer your question, I do not know who is that man, but he has a connection to you, somehow." Now that, that was a lie, he knew who the man was, but for now, she didn't need to know. Not yet, at least.

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

Dagger. Oh damn, dagger. The man ducked, just in time to miss the point of the sharp object that was aimed between his eyes. He felt how the blade just missed his head and probably hit a few hairs. He cursed softly, this was not what he had foreseen. He hated it when he saw the wrong string of the future. After the murder attemped, he stood up right and looked at the girl in front of him. She froze, when she spoke his name. He eyes wide. Mortem let out a laugh, before picking up her dagger and gave it back to her. ”I did not expect to have someone try to take my life at this moment in time. Good to know that I’m still not right all the time.” He smiled, not at all upset by what had just happened. ”I’m sorry for scaring you, that was not my intent.” He reached out to her. ”Now, would you like to accompany me, dear?” He wondered if he would get yet another dagger thrown at him.

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

”It’s alright.” That was all he said about it. Afterall, it wasn’t the first time someone wanted to take his life. This was, however, one of the few times he didn’t see it coming. He looked around, not many places for him to see, maybe that was the issue. This was one of the moments he wondered if he had to carry a hand mirror, just so he could check. But then again, his vision didn’t happen on fixed interfalls, they happened randomly. Nerys said she was full of surprises, at which Mortem only smiled. ”It’s a funny thing, these visions. Sometimes they could show you a perfect future in which you’re king of the world. Sometimes they show you that that annoying neighbor is gonna knock on your front door. They can be tricky, they can be wrong, they can be misleading.” He shrugged and held out his arm for her. ”I still have to grab some things for tonight, do you mind the detour?” He asked politely.