"I met a very rude girl who tried to explain the dream part to me," she said. The encounter had left Ariadne unsettled. Not because of the content, but the way she felt looking into the eyes of the stranger. Something about her just wasn't...right. It sent a shiver down Ariadne's spine. The kind she usually only felt in the presence of one of the Red Dragon's lieutenants. "She said it was the dream of someone named Sodder. Which, I suppose, makes Sodder the local god."

Monolatry never bothered Ariadne. It was sort of the norm back home.

What bothered her was the lack of information about Sodder. Usually, local gods at least put in the occasional appearance. This one sounded more aloof.

"It's a little bit confusing," she sighed. "But I guess dreams usually are."