“Okay, look,” I said. “I know what this is. The role-play session didn’t go well last night. I fell asleep, and this is all a dream because I didn’t get my weekly gaming fix. That’s all.”

Castus looked at Adrovan, confused. “Master, what is he…”

“Castus,” Adrovan interrupted, never taking his eyes off me. “Be a good boy and go make us some tea. Use the batch I picked up in Chin Sei.”

Castus, ever the dutiful apprentice, ran to do his master’s bidding without another word. Adrovan closed the door behind him. “He’s a good boy, and exceptionally bright. But, then again, you already know that. Don’t you, David Leeland-Smythe, son of Jacob and Deborah.”

I sighed. “Well, as long as I’m dreaming, I may as well have fun with it.”

Adrovan smiled. “You’re certain you’re dreaming?”

“Am I certain?” I started laughing. “Well, of course, I am! This isn’t real. I made all this up! You, Castus, everything!”

“Well, then,” he said with a smile. “There’s no reason for you not to listen to what I have to say then.”