Jevicca had taken her time following the vision of her dream, not truly trusting the image even if it had been appropriately timed. She kept moving, but tried to help those in trouble along her way, using her spear as a lever to heave fallen rubble out of the way, and occasionally off of the unfortunate people it had fallen upon. She was glad to have grabbed the weapon after hoisting part of a roof away from a cowering child. The mother's thanks didn't quite reach her over the child's wails, but she smiled anyway and continued on. The city looked grim, and she didn't like it at all. Waterdeep had been home all her life, and seeing it like this felt like a sucker punch to her gut.<br/><br/>The young woman was helping support a man who appeared to have injured his ankle when she saw the sign of the inn and remembered the dream. With a quiet growl under her breath, she made sure the injured man was safely with his kin, then stalked towards the inn. The dream was more vivid now that there was a real link to it, and damn but Jevicca wanted answers for this destruction. She was surprised to be greeted by the owner as if she was known, thoughts spiraling out of control as she wondered just how many people the dream had touched. Five, apparently, if the owner were included with the four other women already sitting at the table, some with food and drink. She sat stiffly, searching all the faces for answers before the innkeeper spoke. Halaster? Wizard, seer... dreams? This was a lot to take in. She opened her mouth to inquire of the man, but the young healer spoke up first, asking for introductions.<br/><br/>"Jevicca Dulmaris." Her profession was a gray area, and the illegal part of it was not something she felt like stating in strange company. "You, Innkeep... Durnan... perhaps this is a stupid question, but what's the under mountain?" Jev's life to date had been simple, and anything that didn't consist of sailing or waiting tables was outside her range of knowledge. She'd have to fix that, she vowed to herself, and fast.