You dive into the cover of the woods, flailing your arms to clear the path of vines and blankets as you suddenly find yourselves lying in the straw mattress bed of the Broken Oak.

You look quickly around. Each of you, now startled awake, sits in blankets and pillows damp with sweat. One look at each other confirms you all saw the same thing.

No debate is necessary as you gather your gear and head downstairs to clear your heads. Seeing Samil die again has shaken everyone, though it hadn't been like that the first time. Your old brother-in-arms had died on the road to Bastone and no one had seen what happened to him then. One thing is certain, however. That was more than just an ordinary nightmare.