( Here, he finds the foresight to pause, to sweep a long-searing glance over the jutting features of Beitang Moran's face, too readily known. To consider the rare prospective advantage.

There is... potential in the man's abilities, for all he cannot remember having ever once had it fully explored to satisfaction. Perhaps the skill exists only to tease and taunt him with promise, with possibility, with allure. )

You entertain premonitions of this place?

( They could take any advantage, however small. )