Jalna jolted with a start, sucking in a deep breath, a reaction to a bad dream or nightmare as she finds herself right before the shaman once more, right at the point of choosing between the two herbs in his hands.  Her heart was beating fast as she looked around and checked herself.  She was alive!  Then that dark vision, it did not happen.  Or, with a sense of foreboding, has yet to happen.  What's going on?  Was it all the drug's doing?  She warily looked at the shaman, he seems to be waiting for her choice and is none the wiser with what she saw.  But in that vision, choosing the herb on his left would lead to her supposed death, does that mean the one his right hand is the cure?  With a shaky hand, she goes for the other herb, not the one chosen from the dream, and ate it, steeling herself for the consequences of her latest decision.  Closing her eyes, Jalna silently prays to Lux for deliverance.