Ask the tattooed witch about her work.

“On moment please, mistress Kryptia,” you say quick, “could you please tell me about your work. I seems interesting. I have never heard about dream-magic.”

“You … you are interested in my work?” Kryptia asks unsure, “my work? I am … flattered. Nobody ever is interested in my work. I'm, to my shame, not nearly as mighty as mistress Keylara. And dream-magic is not really a famous part of magic studies.”

“I see,” you say, “but what exactly is it? Is it a part of fortune telling? Do you use runes or special herbs?”

“It's indeed a part of future telling,” Kryptia answers smiling, “but it's much more complicated. I use magic to look into the dreams of other people. Or in my own. And then I can do whatever I want. Healing someones mind. Destroying fears, change their wishes so they do what I want or find out the truth that someone is not willing to speak. I can also mess around and ruin someones mind completely. But unfortunately dream magic can only be used if somebody agrees to it. Maybe that's the reason only a few witches and wizards follow this part. But if you want I can show you may new laboratory. It's in your sister old room.”

“I never had a sister,” you answer irritated, “I only have a brother.”

“But Valaria said …,” Kryptia replies but stops, “fuck. I knew this pointed ear lied to me again. Why did I again listen to this elf bitch. ”

“You have trouble with the elf sorceress?” you ask.

“She is a bitch and she hates me,” Kryptia says angry, “and I know mistress Keylara likes she more then me. She always gets the better quarters, the most handsome slaves and the most affection. Only because of her nature-magic. She controls plats and animals. I control dreams. Why is that worth less? I wish so bad she would go back to her people and fuck a tree or whatever they do. Fine. I poison her food later. Do you want to come with me or not, slave?”