Nyx, the mysterious sorceress.

As Moris opened his eyes, a sprawling nighttime vista opened up before him. Illuminated by the full moon, a dark silhouette stood facing the horizon. Moris, once again aware of his body's faculties, gingerly stepped towards the curvy figure.

As he reached her side, she silently slipped her silken gloved hand into his rough one. Despite the chill of an Autumn night's breeze passing over his skin, Moris felt warmth fill his body and soul. He turned his gaze up towards where her face should be, yet saw only a black void. Rather than fear, Moris's heart felt a strong desire. What was this woman's true visage? Who was Nyx, really? Why did Moris feel himself falling for her?

Their fingers separated from one another, but the soft and cool touch remained. Nyx's figure disappeared, yet her presence remained. The starry night dissolved, but the feelings stayed.

Moris opened his eyes at the snapping of Moxie's fingers.

"Rise and shine, big man." She spoke with a grin. "So, how do you feel?"

Moris rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He panicked for a moment, but noticed the shadows inside the lab hadn't moved since he swallowed the potion. "I feel like I slept for a whole day. How long was I out?"

"Interesting, you were only out for ten minutes." Moxie took out a pen and began scratching down notes. "Did you have any dreams?"

His dream, or vision, was still vivid within his mind. A moment in time he'd wanted to last forever. "Yeah, but it felt so much more real."

"Mhmm, mhmm." Moxie continued to scribble.

"Hey, do you know anything about a tall woman? She was wearing all black, and didn't show an inch of skin. I think she said her name was Nyx."

"Why do you wanna know? Does our valiant knight have a crush on the foreign witch?" Moxie spoke teasingly to him, but she finished by looking up at him with a stern look. "If so, I'd give it up. Seen her snooping around here earlier. She gave me the creeps, Moris."

Moris frowned. He was certainly put off by their meeting this morning, but... there was an allure to that mystery. His mind was glued to that dream, and the feelings within it. "I was just curious, is all."

He stood up and stretched, wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. Seriousness hardly suited Moxie, and Moris didn't feel like having these new feelings spoiled. "Anything else you need, or am I good to go?"

Moxie sighed at Moris. As much as she liked him, his obstinance did get on her nerves. "That should serve for now." The goblin slid the orange scented fragrance across the table towards Moris. "Listen, I'm not telling you what to do, just... be careful, okay?"

He took his prize from the table, and stashed it away in a pocket. As he turned to leave, he gave the goblin his final word. "I'm always careful, Mox. But thank you for the concern."