<em>Hah. Somnatis was not being burned to a crisp for his impertinence. Even if he had deserved it. But even if he had been, it would have been worth it. As it was, the man for whom dreams was a business had been given all a man could dream for. All that any man could dream for! Bowing deeply for the Goddess of beauty as she departed, Somnatis knew he had been given impressions that men - and some women - would pay dearly for to experience in the dreams he made his livelihood from. The touch of skin, the scent, the honeyed voice... the biggest challenge for Somnatis the Dreamscaper was whether he could tolerate sharing this moment with any idiot with a coin. And now he himself had ten Olympic coins... TEN! Perhaps there was another challenge for him in that handful. With these golden coins he could settle down, have an orchard to tend, and be a dreamer no more. Smiling to himself the waver of dreams tossed all of the coins in the pond for someone else to find and maybe fulfill their dreams, then vanished in the night so he could sign up with a new ship in the morning. Money comes and goes, and nymphs may brighten your whole week, but in the end what do you want to keep? Your dreams. And now Somnatis could dream of Venus.</em>