The swirling mist within the crystal ball began to take form. The shadowy outline of a man stood in a cloud of darkness. Having been gazing into the ball for hours, Martok almost missed the shift within the ball, but quickly snapped to attention and took notice.
What is it? questioned Balandar from a hidden corner of the dark room deep within the basement of Olympus.
Smiling, Martok responded, The beginning of another adventure perhaps?
Shurgging his shoulders and sighing, Balandar shook his head. We are getting too old for more adventures. Why do I have the feeling this will turn out ill for us?