You make it, barely...

The Boat is making ready to depart as you scramble aboard, and the captain smiles. "Your return fare is Already paid young Prophet, so let us be getting you home!" and the boat pulls away from the shore. 10 minutes later you are back at the cove where this night's journey began, your and you see the light of dawn beginning to color the horizon. You leap down and sprint for the meadow and your own body, as you run reaching into your pocket and pop something into your mouth. You are sure you will not make it, and be stuck with the hideous XP debt, but then you snap back into your body as if by magic, and the sun crests the horizon...

"My lord, it is time for you to waken." Filandariel says shaking your shoulder and you rise from the bed of straw to look about the hay loft with confusion: something happened last night, something important, but most of it is beyond recall, except...

"Philanawiel," you begin but there is something hard in your mouth on your tongue, and you spit it out... It is your light saber crystal and you feel in your pocket, where you are shocked to discover...