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We should have time to finalize the marching order, then admit Voda in before combat is initiated, but if not no big deal. The nice thing about making this a dream-world encounter is that reality does not have to be adhered to so strictly.
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The scouts continue onward through the following corridor. The corridor ends only fifty feet or so into some sort of garden or atrium room with a high, but open roof. Tall hedges line each ivy-covered wall, though their leaves look sickly and dark. The room itself is roughly twenty feet wide and sixty feet across, and a archway opposite of the party leads to some sort of central chamber. The floor is a field of overgrown grass which also looks strangely twisted. Close to the archway stands a man who looks like the priest who welcomed you to this dream world, except his eyes glow a dim red and his face is more drawn and sinister. He addresses your surprise. "I am not the Betrayer of Varath," he says. "Instead, I am an echo of who the priest once was. A memory of Varath come to greet and test whether you are worthy to become servants of the master. I am also here to show his power. He can make reality from memories and dreams and give me a semblance of life. Imagine what you could do with such power if you were to give your loyalty to Varath the Weaver. Defeat me and prove your worthiness."