Irenaeus Dreamsilver heard whispers about a fellow mage at Gradwarths, someone who was said to possess a unique power. His sickly form, ravaged by the dark curse that clung to him, often left him bedridden. But in the realm of dreams, he was free from the constraints of his fragile reality, and tonight he allowed himself to visit another in their slumber. "Is this where you escape to when the world becomes too dull for your exceptional talents?" he taunted, his words dripping with sarcasm.