As is the way in dreams, Thomas was not at all startled by his surroundings. If anything, he was more curious. It was an exquisitely decorated room, the kind he would expect a noble, even a king, to have - not a man like himself. It was far more extravagant than such as he deserved.<br/><br/>It seemed that in his dreams, Dana was intent on giving him the rest he seemed unable to get in his waking world, where the troubles of life made him weary - to weary even to sleep comfortably. Certainly he had done some good at some point to find himself worthy of the goddess' favor. That gave him a slight swell of pride.<br/><br/>The fire crackled and cast dancing orange light on the room, but offered no hint of what may lie behind that veil. He moved closer, slowly drawing the curtains open.