“A prophet’s job is never done,” muttered Lanceus to himself as he walked into the smoky room.
He had just finished telling of his latest revelation, that the rich cow herder Ancowus would lose his fortunes to carniverous locusts, and now they wanted him to ask about the fate of King Jakeus.
He sighed as he sat down in front of the steaming vent in the ground.
Suddenly he was knocked on his back, and a feminine form made of steam began to crawl over him. It was starting.
“Good morning, Shenae…” said Lanceus.
“Good morning, Lancey-boy.” said the steam woman, stroking his cheek with a steamy finger.
“You just saw me last night, Shenae, must you do this again?”
“Of course, you know I love spending every minute I can with you.” Her steam face pouted.
“Can we just get to the trance, Shenae?”
“Fine, if we must…” The steam woman dissolved and Lanceus took a deep breath, the steam flowing into his nostrils, and his breathing stopped.