There are so many unanswered and confusing questions. Like why my dreams of Tarath are starting to become more precise. Or why that strange amulet can actually react to what I am dreaming. Maybe even evoke or intensify these dreams. Ordinarly this could scare me, but at the moment I have no time for that. There are other, more pressing matters right outside on the streets.
At the moment I am only wearing the amulet, but there is no time to get dressed further. Instead I rise out of the bed slowly and soundlessly, with cat like grace flowing up next to the window leading to the street, my bare back scraping over the wall. When I am standing my head turns sideways, my sharp eyes taking a peek outside to see who is sneaking up on me, if anyone.