My dreamer has gone, and I don’t know if I can follow

Tonight as I fell asleep I expected to see my dream visitor. The faceless goblin shaman who’d watched me as I slept for nigh on six nights now.

I ached to see her face, to know her intentions.

Was she trying to protect me, or to trick me?

Tonight I wished for one face, but I got three.

With a blur of searing pain my dream visitor was ripped from my mind by two Shadowmancers. Moments from finally touching her.

I saw only their faces and hers, as she was taken. And left with only her words and terror.

I must find who took her.