My meager two cents with regard to the seer profession and victory at all costs (taken with the grains of salt that come from being only a mediocre fighter) -

If I run, if I hide behind shifting doors, if I move between sky and underworld and never so much as land a single curse, pursuers have every right to tire and belittle me or any seer as they please.

If I am not killed in the chase, chances are I scored at least one rub or two, on a wax I retain even though I never so much as flirted with victory.

Patience. A suspended chase of a seer, a tie with a seer, is a victory for the seer.

Even while that victory is not as graceful as the likes of Blodwyn has proven a seer victory can be.

Just tie, baby -

Savannah

Written by my hand on the 15th of Skyelong, in the year 975.