Dearest The Sinistar,

I am not a rich man, that is true, but it is not for lack auguristic
aptitude nor any Socrates-like self-sacrificing wisdom, either.
If I could use this power to bet on the race track, you bet your
unlife I would do it in a heart-beat. But, alas, the source of my
power (which I have dubbed "The Sight") seems to find pleasure
in showing me atrocities and other such things that would in all
likelyhood drive a man to distraction. It is only on rare occasion
(or perhaps it is only rare that I am able to puzzle the visions out
or find any that are relevent to current events) that The Sight
finds fit to gift me with useful information, hidden in colourful
metaphor, of course. It is because of this vagueness and
horror delivered to me and because of the painful and
horrific way that it is delivered to me that I view this gift more
as a curse.

If you require my credentials as a seer (perhaps I am more of
a medium) they are available via MSG.

Love, Love will keep us together,
Augur Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 247 AF.