(Cay)<br/><br/>Dream did not took long to appear... like a sea of calm washing over the troubled shores, it soothed his mind. But all he could see is darkness, void of any light of any sensation, all but one. His skin rippled and crawled from the gentle sensation he felt climb up his spine. He knows of this feeling, he knows what it meant but when he opened his eyes, he was already in for a shock. Body failed to respond, lips did not part to utter words and fingers felt as heavy boulders. This was not his room, this was not the bed on which he had laid upon just moments ago... and he was certain she is not one who followed him and yet, she was there, caressing his lips and skin with her own, bringing a new sensation into this state of unrest. But no matter how much he tried, he could not refuse his body, he could not stop it from reacting to her gentle touch and looking at her up close he could understand why it did... Was it sorcery that made her beauty? Or did it come other way around?<br/><br/>Her lisp whispered gentle words into his ears. Though his body began reacting more to her touch, he still could not move a single millimeter from his current position... and if situation was anything but the predicament he was in, he would've gladly accepted this moment of simple passion and arousal that kept building inside of him. But before he could respond, before he could grab any strength to try and fight this sorcery, if such a thing was even possible, she vanished into thin air. The room trembled, floor twisted itself and windows bent out of shape. Booming sound of cannons roared and the reality shattered itself, forcing him to fall helplessly into the endless abyss.<br/><br/>But then, his eyes opened and his body sat up fast. His skin was bathed in sweat, and lungs craved for air. Finally he recognized something, the old room of the inn that reeked of old wood. With shaky legs he walked over to jug of water and poured it over himself, caring little for the puddle he just created onto the creaking floor. For good, long, five minutes he pondered if this was just a figment of his imagination, if it was but a mere dream influenced by his new target... but after what he saw, sorcery was old news and nothing was impossible. If she can enter his dreams, it meant she could do much more than just keep track of him... He went over to window and opened it wide, letting the fresh morning breeze to enter into his room. Was she telling the truth? Even if she did, he already accepted the job. But how would he combat her? How to defeat someone who can command wind, whisper words into mind and walk dreams?<br/><br/>With haste, Anton took his clothes and put them on. One thing is for sure, she wouldn't need to relay this threat if she was gone. She could've been in next town by now and there would be no need to use sorcery, in fact... it would've been preferable option. To hide herself as much as possible. But this only solidified his conviction that she is still within this town... and so his search began once more.