Being the Grand Magus, Noah was perfectly capable of using any body of water, any reflective surface for scrying, however he liked this font because of its sentimental value. His hands caressed the leaves and animals carved just below the rim as he leaned forward slightly.
He was watching a grim faced mercenary trudge his way through the foothills towards Zenith, towards that tradesman and his wife, no doubt to collect the magic sword that he would use in his assassination attempt. Noah grinned. Foolish brawler.
What should he summon? Something to chase him away from the tradesman, some sort of carnivore perhaps…no…not away from the tradesman, but towards him. Kill them all at once, three birds with one stone so to speak! After all Noah was an old man, and would stay that way until his rejuvenation, so he would need to use his energies carefully for now. He would need all his energies to exercise his grievance upon his true foe, who even now was approaching from a different world from the warrior he was now observing. Yes, better to kill them all together…but what sort of creature to set upon them?
Noah frowned, held his elbow with one hand and cupped his chin with the other as he pursed his lips. After a few moments, he grinned then clapped his hands and rubbed them together. Ah yes, he knew exactly which critters to summon; voracious predators with a real thirst for blood, beasts that would stop at nothing to sink tooth and claw into their prey and rend the flesh from their bones.
He stared into the waters intently as the image warped and shifted into a new form.
Outside of the chamber, in a nearby corridor, a servant’s face blanched and she dropped the silver platter she was carrying as she heard the blood-curdling scream of a wild monstrosity beyond her imagining.