[When the screams started, Vira-Lorr wished earnestly that she hadn't already polished off her drink. This reminded her too much of times when she had heard the screams of the dying in the midst of a fight. Villages burned as goblins and the forces of darkness took their fill, while her own allies fought to save the townspeople. She felt no shame in burning a dream town down, but the memories weren't pleasant.

As soon as the door opened, she waltzed forward without a word and put her foot down against it, propping it so it couldn't change its mind and motioned with her hand for him to follow. Her lips had a more grim set to them now. Puzzles were one thing. Being unceremoniously judged by her dreams with a strange? Entirely another.]

The sooner we are through this and awake, the sooner we can have a real drink and talk like civilized people, I think you'll agree.