As Drevo slept, he dreamed. The group was in some dimly lit barroom. Korius, Kiana and Drevo were facing a hooded feline with a crossbow. Suddenly the crossbow went off, hitting Kiana in the chest. There were no clear words, rather muffled shouts. Korius took Kiana in his arms as Drevo tackled the feline, taking a bolt to the shoulder. The dream shifted then, it was a picture of his hometown. Everything was perfect and nothing seemed wrong, a bird suddenly flew over the town. Looking back at the town it was in ruins, burned to the ground. If Drevo were able, he would be tossing and turning in his sleep.