Camilla just managed to get out of her clothing and into a silken shift before she fell into the deep bone weary sleep of the utterly exhausted. Crazy templars or no it had been nearly a full day since she had enjoyed any sleep at all, and most of that time had been spent either frantically running or frantically fighting. Consequently she didn't notice the slender tendrils of pinkish miasma which drifted through the open window and into her chamber, like long strands of seaweed at the bottom of the sea of claws they waved, searching before settling on her, the slight exhalation of her nostrils drawing the mist into her body.

In her dream Camilla was back in the ancient city once more but instead of heading for the statue at the center of the city, she felt she had somewhere else to go. Somewhere pleasant she felt. A dinner with Cydric perhaps. Yes that must be it. But she couldn't turn up empty handed, that would be rude. Yes of course it would. Looking down at her hands she was somewhat surprised to discover a bottle of wine in her hands. An image flashed in her head and she saw herself laying naked on a stone bier. She wasn't dead though, she was ... she was being worshiped. Supplicant's knelt around her fingers stretched out to touch her perfect beauty. No that wasn't it she was back in the city. In the mysterious city and walking she knew not where. It wasn't a hurried walk, rather a slow sensual stroll she tossed her hair slight in the warm sunlight and laughed. She would be where she was going soon enough.

In the waking world Camilla's body rose from her bed and moved to the windowsill to collect the vial. She walked silently on her barefeet, passing the drowsing knight that the waking Camilla hadn't known had been there. Down unfamiliar corridors she walked with perfect surety, even in pitch darkness, her lips apart in an ecstatic smile as she slinked along. Soon enough, she would taste of the wine that was promised her.

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