Within minutes everyone in the party falls asleep. Vikent lasts a few more minutes after them, but his eyes grow too heavy and he finally drifts off to sleep.
You all dream of the clearing you are in, but it has vibrant colors and is filled with the scent of flowers. The trees themselves turn and you see the limbs stretch and move. Eyes open on the trunk and blink several times. Mouths open in what looks like a yawn.
A maple tree turns to a cherry tree, "Who are these that come into our glade? It has been long since we have had visitors. They do not appear to be loggers, they only took enough dead wood to warm themselves."
The cherry tree replies, "They wear the colors of Justarius, he has no qualms with the forests."
A birch tree interrupts, "I think he may know what happened to Valina though. He is all that I sense. Valina and her children are gone."
"Well, let us not be rude. We need to greet our guests and maybe have a palaver with them." An old, creaking oak says. "Welcome guests, are you here as friends of the forest?"
You can see each other, and this feels like no dream.