The Necromancer's Pact VII: Lake of Tears II

[HempRope]

Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer

Achkby looks at Thokk with raised eyebrows. After a moment, he shakes his head.
"My dreams don't tell me what to do so much as... as what I want to do. When I'm dreaming, that's the only time when evrything's not hazy.
When I'm awake, I'm not... as well connected to myself as some of the others. Especially these people we've just picked up. Nolan, he seems to understand himself completely, and his sister, she's utterly convinced of her place in the world. Like it's been set. But me... I'm always changing. Where I am now, what I am now, that's not what I will be.
When I'm awake, I can tell--. I have a vague feeling that this just isn't it. But not what is. Only in dreams, in some dreams, can I understand what... what comes next."
He offers an awkward sort of sideways, self-conscious smile."Or something like that."