There is a ripple of murmurs around the table at his reply. "There is a price paid for everything. Your time here is done."<br/><br/>The room fades, as suddenly as it appeared, and he finds himself lying in bed once more; it seems barely a few minutes have passed, judging by the shadows from outside.<br/><br/>The rest of the night, if he chooses to return to sleep, passes uneventfully.