As you slowly lay your head down to rest in your camp, sleep takes you quickly…until you hear a faint hum somewhere near you.

Opening your eyes, you immediately see a horned woman with dark red hair, instinctively going for your weapon, but before you can fully grab it, she places a hand on your forehead and you happen to meet her red eyes...her red...almost disorienting eyes, causing you to immediately feel passive.

“Shhh…there, there. I’m not here to fight you, adventurer.”