The Narwhal God Dream
You all separately dream of sitting at the octagonal table from the merchants' tent, with the distinct feeling of one person, shrouded in shadows, sitting across from you. The lights in the tent glow a mixture of purple, red, and green. The table holds the map you were given, held in place by a paperweight of Malachite. You do not fear it. It is only natural. You lean forward to look closer at the map, and hear chanting coming from outside. The lights go out, and the tent is now illuminated by orange, flickering flames. Coming from outside. You look back at the map just in time to see a single straight horn, like a unicorn's, pierce through the wood and into your right eye socket. Water begins pouring from your mouths and you feel it in your lungs. The dream is cut short as you feel warmth emanate from your foreheads, and the images rewind. You all separately dream of sitting at the octagonal table from the merchants' tent, with the distinct feeling of one person, shrouded in shadows, sitting across from you. The lights in the tent glow a mixture of purple, red, blue, white, yellow, orange and green. The table holds the map you were given, held in place by a paperweight of Ruby. You do not fear it. It is only natural. The shadows recede from the figure sitting across, and you now see a male red dragonborn. Lithe, strong, and clad in ostentatious attire. He smiles at you as sounds of revelry and children playing come from outside. You realize you are sitting on the opposite seat as before the rewind, where the first shadow was. He speaks, voice strong and reassuring. "Go. The sun is rising."