The Dream Man briefly looks up from his book and takes a sip from his glass,”Yes? Can I help you?”
I take a step closer and tell him my reasoning for being here. “We’ll be facing a mighty foe in the near future, as you probably already know. I would like your help in summoning Crudelia, Vanta, and Destin to aid our efforts.”
The Dream Man closes his book, stands up, finishes his glass, and begins to pour another. “And if I were to do this, what shall I earn in return? I have money, concubines, and don’t care for glory.”
I ponder the type of person he is for a moment and remember his vanity. “How about I offer you the taxidermied head of a Balor for your wall? I see that you like stuffed trophies, and you don’t already have one.”
The Dream Man’s eyes light up, if only for a moment. He swirls the contents of his glass and hides his excitement very well. “Tell you what, I’ll bring the likes of Vanta, Crudelia, and Destin to your aid. But in return, I want the head of the beast above my fireplace.”
I realize that this is exactly what I just said, but I agree all the same. We shake hands once more, sending a surge of an electrical sensation up my arm and through my body.
I awaken in the tree and tell the others we will have help in this fight from our former Weird Ones.
Harvest Guardian 