Firefly Glen Here comes the night, bedroom in shadows

Alaric felt a small little thrill as he always did with the forbidden, but he reined it in. He didn't need to go spying and wheeling on others. It wasn't his business. Were he a man of the committee that tried to be a fake seer, perhaps, but he was not and didn't care for such dramatics. 

Alaric shook his head. I've never put much stock in messages from beyond or any other way, really. I prefer to make my own way and speak with the ones who have messages myself.