A dream: you find yourself standing in a throne room, several chairs in front of you, shapeless forms seems to rest in the chairs before you, you look and to your side and four figures stand beside you, familiar faces at your sides, the half-elf you share your tent with, the two human men,

and another figure, no one else in the room is moving they all seem frozen in place, you feel as if you can move and as you do you feel yourself shift toward and you are able to turn and face your companions and yourself, you can see yourself, your own face looking back at you like a mirror, standing shoulder to shoulder with your compatriots. You shift down to one side passing the two human men you know so well. This next figure the closer you get while they seem familiar you cannot see their face. Even as you stand right in front of them you cannot see the features of their face, their clothes you can see clearly but the face you cannot make out. You feel your presence being drawn back being pulled back to your physical form and as you once again merge with it you awake from the dream

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