<em>The ship, a four masted heavy rigged trader with the full hull plowing deeply through the ocean waves with a strong wind in her back, steered toward a blurred vision of two improbable standing water columns which around sunlight bent and glittered and seagulls circled with maddened screams of delight. The Captain stood beside the oarsman with his hands on his back, watching the portal with a stern smile. Their voyage from the last port had been unusually benign, with not a pirate on even the most distant horizon and the wind powerful yet steady behind them for every day. Even the crew had been in a good mood. Certainly they were going to make the port of Getson in good time and earn a good fee, and certainly the sailors would be able to partake in the upcoming festivities and with money in their pockets. Certainly this was the kind of voyage sailors dreamed of!<br/><br/>As the bark swung into the port in the evening sun, most of its white sails already furled, one of the sailors waiting by the ladder was shouldering his duffel bag. He'd signed on for this single voyage only, simply working his way from one port to another. Somniatis was a wiry man of indeterminate age, with high chin bones and piercing blue eyes in a face framed by long dark grey-streaked hair which was only visible when the hood of his robes was lowered. While waving amiably to his brief traveling traveling companions, Somniatis was gone into the port shortly after the ladder was lowered onto the dock.<br/><br/>Everyone has a goal, if not necessarily a purpose. Somniatis the Dreamscaper's goal for this was voyage was not just to experience the mad feasts of the Bright Side of Olympus, but to ply his highly unusual trade. Before midnight he had arrived at the Ruins of Cilla, a forested area of old and new temples and holy stones where the human and the eternals mingled during the festivities, and not just in spirit. Near the Moonlight Pool he settled comfortably at the roots of a giant tree, almost vanishing in the darkness but for his 'shop light' - a crystal on a string around his neck whose bright light came from within and whose shine changed color at every heart beat of his. A signal everyone in this world should be able to recognize as a message that its wearer was blessed by the Deities in some magical way, because these Fairy lights were lethal to any mundane wearer. And so Somniatis, merchant of dreams, waited for a customer and hoped he would not have to forge yet another nightmare. </em>