You had travelled the dungeons together, you and this strange man calling himself Ragnvaldr, alongside his companion, the cavewolf Moonless. Neither of you had escaped its depths unscathed, however. It wasn't uncommon for one of you to wake, shaking and sweating as memories of the darkness overwhelmed you. It was hard to name what your relationship really was - not quite friends, not quite lovers, but definitely a strong bond nonetheless. Tonight, it appeared to be Ragnvaldr who was dreaming.