Grettir

"Sometimes, that which you wish is close at hand," she says, turning over another card. It's a woman, black hair, deep blue eyes, silver chain armor and an axe in hand. It is the seer. When you look back up at her, a raven has settled on her shoulder, and there are tears in her eyes. "Hello, Grettir Dierdre's-son," she says warmly. "Hello, my son."