Sigrun awoke to the day like any other, however she still felt devoid of rest. She was too exhausted to bother putting her armor on and just launched out of her bed and onto her feet. She was curious as to where the others went, and proceeded downstairs and out the inn. The town seemed stranger than usual, everyone was just standing around and staring into nothingness. Then, soon after, every single human within the village turned suddenly and stared daggers at her, shortly before the entire area was covered in darkness. Nothing was visible to the knight except, well, herself. She stood there for a moment in awe, as everything happened so fast, but she never jumped from fright. After the shock wore off, she began to put one foot in front of the other as she slowly ambled on. It was like traversing the abyss. It was a deep, endless blackness. Usually things that go on endlessly and are completely devoid of detail would mean that Sigrun was currently not in reality. It was hard to tell if she was simply stating the obvious or having some lucid dream. Though, it doesn't seem like she has any control, given that she would probably be riding a unicorn through a meadow if she had any semblance of power. Most people would not be able to distinguish between reality and dream, Sigrun has rarely done so before, so it seems somewhat... manufactured? She proceeded to venture through the abyss.<br/><br/>As Sigrun continued, she heard the sound of something dropping behind her. She instantly performed a 180 degree turn and stared at the object behind her. It was a child's plaything, a stuffed animal that resembled a rabbit. It was somewhat mangled, the actual stuffing poring out of it's stomach. Why would someone disembowel such a perfectly harmless stuffed toy? Suddenly, the toy was pulled down by the tendrils of the darkness below her, jumping back in surprise. Had she become as easily excitable as Larea? Either way, the sight was enough to provoke her into running away. Her lack of armor and weapon made her feel defenseless, and running away was not a common practice for her. The woman couldn't see it, but it seemed like the darkness was constantly following her. Eventually she ran into a wall, one she could not see of course. It felt soft upon impact, though, but it still caused her to fall on her back. She looked up, and it turned out to be a person, not a wall. She had hair the same color as Sigrun's, but it was tied. The other features were obscured, even it's face. All that she could see was a grin, and a sword that loomed ever closer to Sigrun.<br/><br/>The knight's eyes darted open as she awoke once again in the comfort of her deteriorating inn room. She get up in her bed and looked around, everything seeming to be in place. She hoped that she didn't wake into another dream. Her head looked toward the window, the sun was slinking out of the horizon. She slowly climbed off her bed, shaking her head as she did so. The dream felt like it should be taken as some sort of a warning, as silly as it sounded to her. She was concerned about the location of her companions, and proceeded to walk out before realizing that she forgot her armor once again. As much as she didn't want to go without it, time was potentially of the essence as she opened the door and proceeded down the stairs. Opening the doors to the town of Veloen once again, she noticed Zel approaching. She walked toward him with some sense of haste, pausing before she began to question him.<br/><br/>"Have you seen Ahmaht and Larea?" Sigrun said as her tone was slightly different than usual.