"Someone you already know. That's really all I have." Merlin's frown softened slightly. "No tattoos." Not Luna. He'd know if it was Luna. "As I told Marian, seeing the future is an imprecise thing. And if you know too much, you might interfere, and then it becomes someone else instead. I'm sorry. But you did ask me for this." He knocked back the rest of his drink and set the empty glass down.