As Xastasia waited at the door, she began to doubt the wisdom of revealing herself to the unknown mage.  Too much was at stake, and as a seasoned mercenary, she knew it would be foolish to trust anyone, especially one who had invaded her dreams with disturbing ease.  In a flash of brilliance, she remembered…<em>the Scroll of Obscuring</em>!  Quickly, she pulled the weathered piece of parchment from her pouch and spoke the words that would disguise her appearance.  With a smug smile, she watched as the door opened and the mage from her visions appeared, looking up at her in surprise.  “Can I help you?” she asked.<br/><br/>Xastasia’s expression hardened and her voice held a thread of annoyance as she replied. “Yes, you can tell me who you are and what you want with the flame haired one.”<br/>