Ro'an sits in his bunk. His journal open in his lap, quill in hand. A lantern softly glows in the cabin hanging from a hook on the wall. The cabin is otherwise empty. Outside a storm is pelting hard rain against the walls of the Rubywood Hollow cabin. Ro'an looks pensively at his journal and writes a new entry: "I have been having those dreams again. I see the village. I feel like I should recognize it. However, if I try to remember what the village was called or where it is I feel....empty." Ro'an pauses to think a moment before continuing to write. "It is strange, almost surreal. I feel at home in this village, this town that I keep seeing. But I can tell it is not Nai-laeyah, my real home. This place looks like somewhere else. The most vexing of all is that sometimes I see my sisters Fraeya & Alyria. Other times I see my brother Jonas in the dream. We all seem to be so happy, content even. It is beautiful. But where are Vaeris, Clari, Mama, or Papa? I do not see them in these dreams, memories, maybe?" The grehlok pauses once more to clear the tears beginning to pool in his eyes. "Is this a memory or is this a dream? When I wake I find the details difficult to recall similar to a dream, but yet it feels so real like a memory. This, I do not understand?! It is like my memory is both returning and blocked at the same time? Is this the village we were in before, before I was a Grehlok? Or is this just another construct meant to torment me? I cannot tell if I am a Wylde Elf or a Grehlok in this mysterious vision." Ro'an sighs, closing his eyes trying to focus on the images of the dream in his mind when a bright flash of light illuminates the Rubywood Hollow cabin for but a moment followed immediately by a crack of thunder. Ro'an jumps at the thunder clap, wincing at it's sound, as his ears twitch in response. As he settles once more he looks down to his journal, continuing to write again. "....Maybe those evening meditations on the porch have helped after all? It is hard to say? I hope more information returns to me. I would like to know what happened to me. What happened to my family? So many questions...so little answers. Ordin send me clarity." Ro'an closes his journal for the night and retires to sleep.