He cut the noise as he observed the first woman vanishing, immediately understanding where he was. He stood up and brushed himself off, before reworking his orders, and dispatching them to the constructs, ordering the death squads back. This world, the Plane of Dreams, would turn into one of nightmares around them. He paused, reorienting himself and reworking his defenses to work with a utterly mutable plane, where the tiniest unguarded thought had the potential to kill, and then headed into the dream village version of where he grew up. He would let himself appear lost in nostalgia, at least long enough to figure out who was watching him before heading off to rescue his drow.