Mist

"But that is not the story I wanted to tell you. This is not the story of the death of my race. This is a story about a ring. About a particular ten rings. And in seeing it, you might be able to see a new path" 

For a moment there is silence between then. 

Azief sighed. 

And for a moment there is silence between them

Azief discerning eyes fixed on Borgan, a silent dialogue of intent and motive passing between them. 

She looks at him and when she looks at him, it was like she is seeing through him

The eyes of someone who is the source of all clairvoyants in the Universe is not some normal eyes.

Her gaze seems to hold infinite secrets and when she looks at you, it was like she is looking at your past, present and future.

Under the gaze such person, one would always be nervous.

But Azief is not

Because he knows something. And he knows that she knows that he knows. 

He is useful to her.