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The night has slowly crawled up the windows; our dinner with Lord was coming to its end. We gathered as much information as we could, but were too tired to proceed with the questions. Our dworven firend began to inpatiently yawn. We said good nights, and withdraw to our quarters. Dyre and I visited the Library, but with no success. We haven't learnt anything about the three rocks. Though I came across with The Greatest Bard Poetry and was rather excited to be holding the master-pieces of poems of our time. I managed to memorize just one poem before being interrupted by an old man, who turned out to be the chef librarian awaken from his sleep by my lyre. We returned to bed.
Brutaly waken up by servants, we somehow managed to wash up and get ready for the journey. When we stumbled down to the courtyard, the Cordarian army was already there, formed in perfect lines and awaiting the ride south, to battle. Draco looked at us and told us to get on our horses. We mustn't hesitate on our way to Gosthos.
While riding, I was able to look at my fellow companions. They looked well rested, except for Dyre who spent a large part of the night wondering the Library with me, but their faces showed concern. Maybe it was the usual fear before the battle. And I, I was rather upset because of the dream I had last night, in those few hours of sleep. I dreamt of riding with Cordarian army. It was a long ride, and quite tiring. We hit the King's road and rode for days, until we finnaly came to a huge oak tree, where my companions and I said farewell to the 1000 of cordarian soldiers and turned to the left. The road leds us from there to a small wooden cabin. Dyre open the door and we entered the room, if that's what it's called, and saw an old man, who looked a bit creepy, chanting something. Then a burst of blue… energy came out of tips of his fingers and concentrated on the dagger that was levitating infront of him. Also, one of the three rocks was lied on the table by the old man. As my sleep was rudely interrupted I did not knew what hapened next. But the dream was very… real. So I decided to tell Tika, my dwarf friend about it. As I started talking I've noticed a strange expression on her face. She told me she has had the same dream. We waited until the first 20 minute break, and told the rest of our party. It seems we've all had the same dream. As we didn't have much time to discuss it, we decided to go along with the game which was obviously played upon us, and proceeded with the ride. I felt weary, and saw that Dyre was also rather tired. She tide herself to her horse and fell asleep. I, as I didn't have any rope, held Lorien tightly around his neck and also fell asleep. Somehow I've managed to get some rest and soon was able to function normally.
We were riding for three days, almost non-stopping, when we encountered the oak tree. We decided to go left. After spending the night in the woods, we continued to follow our path. The atmosphere between was filled with charge of excitment and fear. When we finnaly came to the cabin, Tika drew her axe and was mumblng something about how she hates strange things. Northeus asked her to lower the axe at least before entering the cabin. And, like in our dream, Dyre knocked on the door. Only a squiking old voice could be heard, and he said to f….k of. This was a suprise to all of us, but we could not turn around and go away. We entered the cabin. Of course, the old man from our dreams was there, looking even more strange in person. We presented ourselves but the old man still didn't want anything to do with us. I remembered a story about travellers who were given a vision in their sleep about a lady who was in need of their help, and in return she gave them something they were yurning for. The old man obviously liked my story, as he replied that he will help the most needy of us. Northeus the Brave decided that should be Dyre, as she was a mage and the weakest of us all. The old man strated to chant and threw same odd looking dus in front of him… and then we saw the blue energy from his fingers raping around our friend. Then a blue mist covered her, and when it vanished we were terribly shocked. We were facing the old man grabing his head and screaming that something has gone wrong, and Dyre. Acctually, two Dyres.

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