Dream-Like Wandering

The morning rays woke Tarmen, startling him to his feet with weapon ready.
Looking about him, he recognized the logging camp nearby. By the Five, the stuff had really worked. Not only was he rested, but with a quick test of stretches he found that most of his usual morning aches and pains were quite dulled. His jubilation was cut short by his side however, still a bit too tender for such testing maneuvers.
Still, he felt he needed to invest in this stuff, maybe learn how to make it himself if he got lucky.
The dreams he had could have been better. He never put much stock into dreams, but this one felt……
Trying to put the feeling into words, he felt a tingle run up his spine. Once the sensation reached his neck, he thought he heard a whisper.
He didn’t see anyone in the camp, but still heard voices, just out of earshot to understand them. Despite the oddity of this, he sheathed his machete. Something about them was very calming, like he was expecting a friend to show up at any moment.
Looking back to the camp, he thought of the ‘training’ that was expecting him back at the settlement.
Maybe Zane would appreciate him looking into these whispers. Tarmen certainly would appreciate any excuse to not see the town for a bit.
With no real direction in mind, Tarmen began a half-hearted search, more so following the voices instead of looking for the source.