Most of Jevicca's dreams were pleasant or peaceful, maybe an occasional solemn sad dream remembering her father or friends no longer in Waterdeep. But never vivid. Not like this. The tired brunette stirred in her sleep, uncomfortable with the strange lucidity of the dream... if indeed it was a dream, not some strangeness she couldn't understand. Whatever it was, she had been sleeping soundly until it entered her head. Even the blatant offer of treasure and adventure made her toss fitfully. The strange old man held her focus, tension sweeping through her as she watched him scream his way into a million pieces.<br/><br/>Jevicca woke with a gasp an instant before her mother cried out at a rumble that shook their house. The tiny shack hadn't aged as well as it might after her father's death, there hadn't been anyone around to care for it as thoroughly as it ought to have been. "Out, mama!" she cried, throwing back her thin blanket and grabbing the stack of her clothes. Her mother hesitated, looking from her daughter to the creaking that seemed to issue from everywhere at once. Jev already had her leggings on under her long tunic. "Hurry!" she urged. Another rumble decided the matter and her mother quickly threw on a dress, grabbing a cloak and running out barefoot. Jevicca shook her head, wishing her mother had taken the time to at least grab her shoes, but Jev couldn't carry everything of hers as well as her mother's things. Besides, a pair of boots was more likely to survive a roof collapse than a crossbow. She snatched her bow as she ran, gripping her backpack, armor, and weapons all in an ungainly bundle. She quickly lost her hold on the spear and it fell to the street, nearly tripping her, so she stumbled to a halt, at least safe from the threat of a roof landing on her head.<br/><br/>When she raised her head she didn't feel quite so safe. The streets were chaos. She saw her mother had found Vera, and the company of her friend seemed to have steadied her. Jev carefully donned her armor, then her backpack, and finally slung her crossbow strap over her shoulder so she could pick up her spear steadily. The familiar items gave her a sense of normalcy that the sight of her street could not. "Mama, don't go inside until it's clear it's safe. See if you can get Rafe to do it for you." Her eyes confirmed with both her mother and her mother's best friend that they'd be safe without her. "I'm going to go see what's wrong, see if there's anything I can do to help. Don't worry about me," she interrupted before her mother could utter a sound. "I can take care of myself." With a last look at each woman, she headed towards the louder screams and intuitively for the inn her dream had directed her to.