Dreams

Wim’s dreams were, like Wim scattered and wild. Everything from being hunted by the cult forever, to building an outpost here and having people start to cut farms into the plains, to him being a cult leader dancing nearly naked on the altar in the snow, and even crazier dreams. He knew it was crazy because dancing naked in the cold did not make sense, he hated the cold tropical beach with native girls maybe.

He woke to a dream of the the girls face with his sword in her belly. Hs father’s voice in his head, “You can not let the peasants attack the nobles. They need to know their place. It is about maintaining order.”

Wim woke to a realization, who ever was distributing the Felfar had also targeted the Plains Peoples as well. Two of the dead that were sacrificed when he went to the woods were native women. They did not have five gold to pay for it.

The cult was being used by someone. Felfar could be a useful medicine and would be a great export to back home. He needed to find the source if e was going to exploit it.

He walked back and sat watching over the others, it would be a long walk back to town then a longer day of telling what happened.