Zhym wrote:"...I'm telling you, Zengar, that wasn't an elf. Just a skinny human with mutated pointy ears, even if he did call himself 'Gil-Galad.' And as for goblins, you know what bad mutations do to—"
Elvis spots the comet.
"Huh. Wonder what that is. So, Zengar, in that dream—sorry, 'vision'—of yours, what happened after the comet showed up?"
Zengar stands transfixed by the sublime beauty of the comet as Elvis points it out to him. "My God Elvis, your perceptive abilities are excellent. The comet, the comet I've seen! Isn't it marvelous? Isn't it?" The mage's immense excitement is subdued for a moment when Elvis asks him what happened after the comet appeared. "Well, I usually see the face of a beautiful winged woman, some sort of divine being perhaps of a goddess of magic. Oh, look, there she is!"
Zengar points at the comet getting smaller and smaller as it drifts across space (whether Elvis can see this or not is up to you, Tooleychris, I just presume it is
Zengar's "unique" imagination working up again).
"Do you hear that? She wishes us to follow, if we follow and reach the source of magic from the comet, I might be able to find other users such as ourselves!" Pacing, he weighs the possibilities of what could happen: "However, Elvis my good friend, I fear there may be dark forces. Hellish ones. That wish to taint the magic and devour it. My vicissitudes have been great in the past, only last week an Orcish warlord almost removed my head with a great flail, so I can only expect adversity in our goodly pursuit. Stand right there."
Zengar walks into his house, rummaging for several minutes, and then brings out two old watches in very poor condition, a journal, and a few pencils. He begins writing into his journal with great concentration. After a minute he looks up, "wear one around your wrist. These," he holds up a watch, then ties one to his own wrist, "are amulets of great protection from evil. These were bestowed upon me a great acolyte of a Time God, one who protects the space-time continuum from foul cosmic horrors." Hoping Elvis will wear the watch, he returns to writing again. "This is my journal Elvis. I will be recording our journey of the quest for magic and I sincerely hope we will be heroes by the end of it." He stows his equipment safely away and grabs his walking stick. "Say the word when you wish to leave our haven and set forth." He secures his home from any possible raids and looks back fondly at his home: "Goodbye Imladris. May the fiends of darkness never cross your path or tarnish your humble halls."
Zengar will move towards where the comet is landing when Elvis is ready.
That low level hireling who carries the ten foot poles...