The Dreamer: Before you leave, Acolyte – a simple question...Do you accept the path before you? Do you embrace all that I have given you?

Monk: Of course, master.

The Dreamer: And so, my will radiates within you.

Warrior: Tell me, Dreamer, with Xesht dead... what is the final step in your plan?

Witch: Xesht is dead, but let me guess... there's still more to be done.

Sorceress: Xesht is dead... but the Hiveborn remain. How will you ensure they do not rise again?

Ranger: With Xesht dead and gone, what comes next?

Huntress: I'm guessin' you have a plan for dealin' with the rest o' the Hiveborn.

Mercenary: Xesht is dead. So that's it, right? Job's done?

Monk: The Depraved Lords are dead. Advise us of your will, master.

Druid: The abomination is now but a memory. What say ye of yer next move?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Your instincts are correct.

The Dreamer: No. Not as long as their horde remains.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: The Hiveborn thrive under a singular commanding mind... I will come to them in their hour of desperation, while they are confused and battered. Then I shall {will} them... to satiate their hunger... once and for all.

Warrior: You would turn them against one another?

Witch: You'll force the Hiveborn to tear each other limb from limb? Gosh! Is it hot in here?

Sorceress: You will command them to... {consume} one another?

The Dreamer: One another.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

Mercenary: {Oh}. Blimey.

The Dreamer: Yes. And they will rejoice in their fervour of belonging again.

The Dreamer: A final feast. A final supper under their broken sun.

Warrior: Though they bear no semblance of sanity... that is a fearsome fate.

Witch: A pity I won't be there to see it.

Sorceress: A cruel, brutal punishment, but... dare I say, not undeserved.

Ranger: That's nature for you. Eat or be eaten.

Huntress: Awful grim. But serves 'em right, I s'pose.

Mercenary: Ooh, that's proper dark. Cruel even. But who am I to judge, eh?

Monk: Praise the Dreamer.

Druid: A monstrous act. Though admittedly... they deserve no less.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Yet they will enjoy every moment of it.

The Dreamer: It would be gruesome to behold.

The Dreamer: And not without reason.

The Dreamer: There was no pleasant ending on their horizon. It is the only way.

Keeper Congregation: Praise the Dreamer.

The Dreamer: Take heart in the end of their suffering.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

Witch: Oh, stop! Give a girl a break. You're making me jealous.

Shadow: [DNT]

Monk: If they never give up, is our world doomed?

The Dreamer: There is hope. A hope that bloomed here in the Monastery and still continues to grow. If we wage war upon the enemy, in their own domain... we can change the outcome. With the enemy weakened, I will erase them. I shall destroy them utterly.

Monk: And what of the Keepers then?

The Dreamer: They remain to protect the world from itself. From those who hunger. Those who rage. There will come a time when life is protected. When quiet prevails.

Monk: I dream of that day. I can almost see it in my mind's eye.

The Dreamer: I have long dreamed of it. You needn't wait much longer, my child.

Monk: Master... Ailith spoke your true name. She knows what you have planned for this world. It causes her great... distress.

The Dreamer: Ailith is where my Dream began. But she is not where it ends. She has strayed from the path. I felt it. Her thoughts often evade me. Observe her, for now. If she cannot be perfected... her line must end.

The Dreamer: I, however, have great aspirations for you. For you, Archon... are perfection.

The Dreamer: I, however, have great aspirations for you. For you... are perfection.

Monk: As you wish, master.

The Dreamer: I greet you... incumbent warrior.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: I greet you... dark one.

The Dreamer: I greet you... brazen child.

The Dreamer: I greet you... recluse.

The Dreamer: I greet you... hunter.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: I greet you... wanderer.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: I greet you... lost one.

Warrior: Greetings, Dreamer. We have gone to great effort to see you reborn. Ailith speaks highly of you.

Marauder: [DNT]

Witch: That was... fascinating. I'm no stranger to waking the dead, but... well, were you even dead to begin with?

Sorceress: Greetings, Dreamer. I have seen much in my travels... but never have I encountered a being such as you. I confess, I am fascinated.

Ranger: Recluse? What is it you think you know about me... and how?

Huntress: Likewise, Dreamer. Hope you enjoyed your little kip. Now you can help us see this war through.

Duelist: [DNT]

Mercenary: So you're the famous Dreamer. I'd offer to shake your hand, but you look a bit, uh... {sticky.}

The Dreamer: She has been a loyal Keeper. And both your efforts will bear fruit, in due course.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Dead to the world, perhaps. Not so to the Keepers. Merely in a kind of... slumber.

The Dreamer: Your intellectual curiosity speaks well of you. There are some who would recoil.

The Dreamer: My sight is not limited to this corporeal form.

The Dreamer: And so I shall.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Turn your hand instead toward defeating the Hiveborn.

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

The Dreamer: You will come to see the reason for the way things must be.

Witch: Thus the 'Dreamer' title. So, what now then?

Sorceress: Not I.

Duelist: [DNT]

Mercenary: That I can do.

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Now... pose your question.

Monk: Forgive me, but my curiosity of the melding gets the better of me. Why would you take part in such a thing with the vile Lords?

The Dreamer: It is a meritable question. The melding is why I have languished here for so long. Healing. Recovering. The vile Lords sought our union above all else. A binding. Our flesh... to coalesce. I was foolish. I believed... I could find reason within them. But I saw only darkness and I escaped before they could subsume me. They became pure hatred. They became... Xesht.

Warrior: I would know more about this... 'melding' you spoke of.

Witch: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by this melding you spoke of.

Sorceress: This melding of which you speak... tell me more.

Ranger: You made reference to a 'melding'. What is it?

Huntress: Before, you mentioned that your melding failed... how? What is it?

Mercenary: This 'melding' thing... sounds kinda freaky.

Druid: You'll have to explain this 'melding' to me. As with the rest o' ye, it sounds... {unnatural.}

The Dreamer: It is why I have languished here for so many years. Healing. Recovering. The vile Lords sought our union. A binding. Our flesh... to coalesce into a singular being. But what mind would govern such a creature? I saw the darkness in their hearts. I escaped before they could subsume me. But they... they became pure hatred. Xesht.

Warrior: Everything has a price. You would still see our world changed in some way.

Witch: Why do you care what happens to this world? It isn't even yours.

Sorceress: Forgive me, but you do not seem the altruistic type. What do you gain from this?

Ranger: I don't believe for a second you want to save this world. Not unless it benefits you in some way.

Huntress: This isn't your world. Why do you want to save it?

Mercenary: Look, cards on the table - you don't seem like someone who wants to {save} the world.

The Dreamer: Must everything have a cost?

The Dreamer: I see your world for what it is and what it could be. For it's... potential. It is worth saving.

Warrior: You are not telling me everything.

Witch: I guess...

Sorceress: On that, we can agree, but... I suspect you're not telling me everything.

Ranger: How magnanimous of you.

Huntress: Aye. True enough.

Mercenary: Not to put a damper on our new friendship... but I keep waitin' for the catch.

Druid: I wasn't born yesterday, lad. You, on the other hand... Suffice it to say there's always an agenda.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Perhaps. But know this...

The Dreamer: There is no value in the endless pursuit of abundance. It only brings death. I dream of a world that holds life precious above all. So ask yourself... what ill could come of such a dream? The vile lords will bring nothing but death to your world. I offer only lasting peace.

The Dreamer: The Keepers know me as the Benevolent Dreamer. The enemy knows me as the One Who Dreamt. You... may call me ally.

Warrior: An ally born out of a sac before my very eyes. That's... a new one.

Witch: What exactly can you offer me?

Sorceress: And I shall. Though I usually attain my allies through more... {conventional} means.

The Dreamer: What is important is that you and I share a desire to thrive. To {preserve} life. To cherish it. The enemy would see it destroyed.

The Dreamer: Xoph, Esh, Tul and Uul-Netol.... Our melding failed. I was torn asunder. Cast into the void between worlds. But they... became Xesht. Vile Lords. Once my brethren, now a monstrous fiend.

Warrior: So you... are one of them?

Witch: They sound like good fun.

Sorceress: Then you are not one of them?

Ranger: So are you one of them, or not?

Huntress: Your brethren? Oh. So you're like family?

Mercenary: That'd make you the black sheep of the family, then?

Druid: Then you were allies, once?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: That is one perspective.

The Dreamer: Yes, and no.

The Dreamer: I see the beauty of existence, but they see nothing beyond their rage and hunger. Limited minds seeking only the unity of flesh. And so, this world is in grave danger. I cannot let them consume it, as they have their own.

Warrior: In destroying this Xesht... will the Hiveborn relent?

Witch: Say I kill this Xesht - will that stop the Hiveborn?

Sorceress: Were we to kill Xesht, what would happen to their brood?

Ranger: If Xesht dies, what happens to the Hiveborn?

Huntress: Alright, let's say we defeat Xesht... then what? What happens to the Hiveborn?

Mercenary: So if we kill this Xesht fella — or is it fellas? — that will stop the Hiveborn?

Druid: So, if we slay Xesht, will that rid us o' the Hiveborn?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: No. Kill Xesht, and in time they shall make another.

The Dreamer: They are of one mind. One army. One force of will. We must destroy them in their domain. Driving them back. Shattering their will. Then... I will seek to do what must be done.

Warrior: And if we do not act?

Witch: 'What must be done.' So what happens if we just... don't?

Sorceress: And if they prevail? What then?

Ranger: Say that – hypothetically – the Hiveborn prove too much for us... What then?

Huntress: What's the alternative?

Mercenary: And if we don't?

Druid: And if Xesht proves a stubborn weed?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Your world will end.

Monk: In killing Xesht, will that be enough to defeat the enemy?

The Dreamer: They are of one mind. One army. One force of will. We must destroy them in their domain. Shatter their very will. Then... I will seek to do what must be done.

Monk: And if we do not succeed?

The Dreamer: This world will end.

The Dreamer: I seek the opposite of the Depraved Lords. I seek to preserve life itself. To cherish it, above all else.

Monk: A noble goal. But how can we achieve it? Through what means?

The Dreamer: The depraved must die. The enemy will never relent. Therefore, they must be forced to do so. Or else they will never stop pursuing me, or this world.

Monk: What drives them toward you so tirelessly? Toward us all?

The Dreamer: Xoph, Esh, Tul and Uul-Netol.... Our melding failed and I was torn asunder. Cast into the void between worlds. But they... became Xesht. They will not rest until they subsume me.

Monk: But you are nothing like them. Why can't they see that?

The Dreamer: Once they may have... but now they see nothing. Blind in their hunger. It matters not. All that does, is that they... still... come.

The Dreamer: The enemy falters. Directionless. Mindless. For now, you have saved this world.

Warrior: I couldn't have done so without Ailith.

Witch: Aren't you lucky I came along when I did?

Sorceress: May this be a firm lesson to anyone who would invade our world.

Ranger: Never thought we'd end up here back when we first met.

Huntress: Give Ailith her flowers. She did her part too.

Mercenary: I could get used to this 'chosen one' stuff. Don't suppose it comes with a pay rise, does it?

Monk: I am glad to have served you, master. I await your next instruction.

Druid: I am damn well joyous of it. Wading through endless muck, blood and filth... for a war I should have no part in!

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

The Dreamer: Indeed. My daughter, you are one of a kind.

Ailith: The Keepers will not forget what you've done, I assure you.

The Dreamer: Your scepticism was understandable... but unfounded. As this victory has proven.

The Dreamer: Indeed she did. My daughter, you served admirably, as always.

The Dreamer: The defeat of Xesht is its own reward.

The Dreamer: Relish in your victory. The work yet to be done shall be revealed in due course.

Ailith: And yet, your part was the greatest of all.

Ailith: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

Ailith: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]

Ailith: It was my honour to serve.

Witch: As well they shouldn't.

Ailith: You honour me, Dreamer.

Mercenary: Ah. Was afraid you'd say that.

Ailith: A moment's respite. You have earned it.

The Dreamer: Yes. The pulse of life shall remember your actions.

Ailith: [DNT]

The Dreamer: [DNT]