You've had a terrible week. You've escaped from mind flayers, assembled a crew of other infected and ran all over Faerun looking for a healer to remove your parasite. You lay in your bedroll, cold, anxious, uncomfortable and lonely when sleep finally takes you. When you wake up you're in a plain of stars and purple and blue light and a handsome elven man in golden and red armor is smiling at you. He chuckles warmly. "What are you worried about now? I'll protect you, whatever it is."