<div align="center">Again Thomas was left unmolested by thoughts of Eden for that day, except for his own volition, Eden tending to other matters. One of her victims had become too bothersome, seeking her own in dreams at all hours of the day and night – It had to stop. There was always that chance that her presence could become too addictive, that she could become the object of the victim’s desires.<br/><br/>It was always at that point that she’d cut the proverbial umbilical cord and let them fly free on their own once more, desolate and broken, letting them pick up the pieces of their broken lives. Unfortunately, Thomas was not going to get off that easy, Eden’s day having spurred her to be extra sadistic in her wanderings in other’s dreams.<br/><br/>She was alerted suddenly by that fine web of magic that Thomas had fallen asleep, the paladin whisked into dreams; though not immediately to that jungle paradise. Instead he found himself standing within a room of stone, tapestries covering the walls, thick furs underneath his bare feet. He was left in nothing but his breeches, no shirt or armor anywhere in sight.<br/><br/>There was a large four-poster bed in the corner, red velvet curtains drawn, hiding what lay in the bed beyond them. A fire crackled merrily in the stone hearth, heating the room, adding a homey touch. Where was he? What was he doing there? Was it another gift from Dana?</div>