The sounds of cattle and factories fill the air along with the smell of sweet cigar smoke. The man dismounts the horse and walks into a white marble column building.
“I hear you seek allies for a war to take command of all Europe no? But you wish to find something else besides allies, your presence knows...searching, peering, and trifling smell of cigars,” an old blind man walks toward him with his arms crossed.
“A seer? Here in Austria-Hungary? Odd, but pleasing. Yes, I am looking for something, special,” he says billowing smoke from his lips.
“You won’t find it here, you must travel to where you lost your last battle and climb a mountain that cannot be scaled. You will face death and death will face you. You must tell death what you want and you will not receive it,” the blind man
