“A journal? Should be simple enough, though I only have a thin book with about twenty pages. I sometimes sell them to adventurers who need to keep notes.” Ferric went to get the cloak and the book. Meanwhile Buddy walked over to you and tapped you on the shoulder. As everyone was distracted cleaning up, he gave you a thumbs up, and then got into a familiar stance. You recognized this stance from your dream, Satyr Style. It seemed as if Buddy had a vague memory of it as well, though he wasn’t able to hold the stance very long. His body was not designed to be using that sort of thing it seemed. Still it was clear that he remember last night and possibly more from his life.