You dive into the cover of the woods, flailing your arms to clear the path of vines and blankets as you suddenly find yourself 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. Some of your sheets are streaked in blood where you have clawed at your own skin. 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; no one had seen what happened to him then. One thing is sure, that was more than just an ordinary nightmare.