Ulda was not the kind of woman that matched the myth that seemed to surround her. She was known for her ability to see what is and what could be, beyond that of any seer before her, and some rumoured after her own passing.
But the image that had been cultivated of the woman was simply not one that matched the woman that sat before Mavric. He knew better than to listen to the rumours that circulated about those that has lost themselves to their way.
In a word he had imagined someone imposing. Powerful and assured. The truth of her was to be frank a little jarring. She had been wheeled in by her aid and Mavric simply didn't want to b