Dreams are often strange. Wondering the halls of an institution wearing nothing but one's small clothes. Dinner with the king while he wears the clothes of a jester. Thirteen talking monkeys each debating the significance of the many nation's muds. Floating naked among a starscape while several blurry celestial bodies orbit your form seeming to communicate with each other.<br/><br/>Hardstone pressed against your skin, the cold creeping into your body. Small yellow creatures with a single eye talking to each other in strange grunts as they dig through a bag and toss the items about the room. A strange sensation begins to coil around your leg before your body is pulled slightly across the stone floor. Bare stone against your nude figure.<br/><br/>Your eyes begin to focus finally and take in the strange stone brick room. Four small yellow creatures you recognize as Homunculus are rather eagerly digging through a familiar backpack. Clothes, reliquary, dagger, bolts, a set of scale mail, several items usually kept inside are now scattered around the room. Your body is pulled across the stone floor. You look for the cause and find that not only are you laying on the stone-tiled floor naked, but a thick black tentacle is coiled around your ankle slowly pulling you towards a dark hole in the brick wall.