Theadric was half minded to leave the party; it was not his intent to follow.  Except that she appeared to him.  Halfway through the woods when he would have hid behind a tree and left the party without their knowing what had happened to him, the little Weaver of Dreams appeared to him.  That is what he called her; she had spent many a night talking with him in past festivals.  Those who attend the festival with a pure heart can sometimes see their dreams come true; every year, she said Theadric was not ready.  That's why she appeared; to prepare him and be his companion.  On the way to to the local town, she appeared to him.  "Stay with them, young prince.  You no longer need me."  No one else would see this vision but him; as if this dream girl knew what he was thinking, she sighed, "I know you say you will be a knight; but we can't be friends forever.  I am only a shadow of what is real; if you leave now, your dream cannot come true.  I am saying goodbye now."<br/><br/>Goodbye!  He began to cry, but tried his best to hold it back.  He had spent many festivals with her, who was she to say goodbye now?  Alas, she was the weaver of dreams.<br/><br/>Upon getting to the inn, Theadric had had enough.  Reaching for Sir Jarl, he was braver than most.  The moment he looked into "his" eyes, Theadric knew he had been right all along.  "Me thinks you are no man; but a brave warrior anyway.  When I write my best selling codex, which person shall I say was disguising herself?"