It was then that the young boy spoke up. He was quiet at first but Andras and Elena noticed him speak. His sister encouraged him to speak up and the boy spoke nervously. "I... Maybe we can get our cart? It's not too broken." Andras sighs at his son's naivety. "We could. If these kind people are willing, we might be able to get out cart and repair our wheel. But without an oxen or horses, there's no way we could pull that wagon through the mountains." That's when the boy nervously spoke up again. "I saw... I saw last night, in a dream. A hero who helps people. He's here. He has a good [i]heart[/i]." When the boy said those words the images from your dreams flashed through your mind. The green glow, the unmoving body, the cave. But then came another detail that you wasn't there last night; the sound of roaring water.

Andras looked at his son with sadness. "Andrews... I know what happened was terrible, but..." The man took a deep breath. He didn't want to discourage his son. He thought the boy was just having fantasies to escape the tragedy that befell them. "Well, I'll go speak with Ferric at least. Thank you for the food." Andras left the fire to go find the dwarf, leaving you with his children and Pylia. Andrews sat next to his sister to hold him close and just stared at the fire. Pylia looked over to you with a look of concern. "What do you think we should do now?"