Greycane nods as you detail your reliving of Samil's death. He exhales a long, slow breath.

"I'd be a liar if I told you I never had bad dreams. Things I've seen. But, I've never had a dream that took a bite out of me. Yours is not the only strange tale I've heard in Bastone lately. People dreaming wrong. Orange eyes staring back at them. Go see Lyceen. The apothecary. Let her help. Also… listen to your dreams. They're there to teach you something."