Ippip's eyes lose their focus. The power of prophesy fills him as he delivers a message to Apiladey...

"Ipindey isna qarse dur hahee na den itsa benish ma hehtefp Noshen bek koese no isna. Ge ado dur no iblemopei va molgonesh..."

The gift of prophecy is a remarkable thing. Unfortunately, it often presents itself in strange ways. Ippip's old granny called the gibberish spewing from his mouth, "speaking in tongues". Others have had less understanding names for it. But an interpreter of tongues would have translated Ippip's gibberish as...

"Apiladey, your words carry more weight than you know. Choose them carefully. Many are listening now, including He-who-sits-high. And your words will influence them all Great enemies and great allies will be created by the words you choose.

"Beware the fallen-child. Your hand will hinder, and open wounds that will never close.

"You hunger for something new. And the time is right to benefit from trying new experiences. Embrace change with enthusiasm.

"Three spirits hover close to you. Heed their whispers. And when they bicker, listen mostly to the one with the big nose.

Your lucky number is 22, 34, 15, 17, 23, 59"