And Colter asks a favor.

While you are stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, Colter enters the room. When he sees you awake, he rushes over.

"Ulric, you're awake, good. I have a favor to ask." He says, his tone relaxed.

"What is it?" You ask, your voice slow.

"We seem to be out of food. If we want this place to be a more permanent base, we need more."

"So you want me to go buy some?"

"If it isn't too much trouble."

"Yeah, okay." You agree, pulling on your clothes and heading out. You leave your sword there, thinking it too conspicuous to bring it along.

As you wander down the road, your thoughts turn to your dream.

Angela and a dragon, and the words your mother told you as a child. You tell yourself that it was just a dream, and meant nothing, but you can't shake the feeling that you are missing something.

You are so distracted by your reverie that you do not even notice the trap as it springs.