In Lucid Dreams

Our next task awaits. Druids that were slumbering in the barrow den have been disturbed and awoken. The elder insists these druids, incapable of seeing between dream and reality, are far too unpredictable and must be dealt with. He considers them, just like the others before, corrupted by Lo?sho.

I am beginning to see a pattern here, and I am coming to needlessly question the sanity of this chieftain. There were whispers, warnings; I did not care to heed them. I should have known when the audience we received was as cold as the stab of a dagger.

Do not mistake the barrow den with the one outside of the grove, past the hollow tree bridge. The one you seek lies at the heart of the grove itself. In there, you will find protectors and stalkers alike, burdened by the lucid dream. Whatever the truth may be, Lo?sho or not, corruption has taken heart, and so they must be given a proper end.

Steel yourself, friend.

With that, our tasks seem to have reached an end. You have done me and my people a good service. I will not forget this kindness.