"That so? Well I suppose that the TPB got confused and shoved the dreams at the wrong person. Hell if I know, I'll have to do some divinin' to figure it out."

He winces and clutches his hip. "Right. Speakin' of magic." The locating spell continues to pulse in pain. He takes out a small vial of deep red and black liquid.

"Bottoms up." He drinks it all and makes a face.