The Prophet Festus Briland has never been wrong. He spends his retirement years in a small town where people just call him Bill. He chose the town because nothing cataclysmic or frightening had ever happened there. Festus Briland takes appointments for lunch where he will give a forecast to the person paying for said lunch. Up until last year, every forecast was mundane and relatively pleasant. Then Eve Fortuna moved to town.
Festus Briland met Eve for lunch because she offered to buy Kobe steak and 30-year-old whiskey afterwards. Who could say no to that?
Fire, assassins, and – somehow – giants featured in the prophecy. Briland kept it vague as even he had his doubts about what he was saying. Eve Fortuna did not seem at all surprised. After a reading like that, Briland was ready for that whiskey.