[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
Torquil almost jumped in surprise when Ophelia approached him, but even then he found himself too petrified with fear to attempt fleeing or fighting against what might easily have been another enemy. He calmed quickly when he realized who it was – as much as he was fundamentally capable of being calm when there was a monster like that taking a stroll through the Dream – and listened attentively to her instructions.
“It has eyes in the back of its head,” he told her in a whisper, speaking a phrase that was usually an idiom not to be taking literally since no one [I]actually[/I] had eyes in the back of their head... yet it still struck him, as it likely would Ophelia upon seeing the creature, that the words were an understatement. Its entire head was covered in eyes; the front, back, sides and even the top of the head had eyes everywhere.
“I don't... I'll try,” he told her, fighting back the urge to excuse himself from the fight as he grasped Fulmen tightly in one hand and the Loch Shield in the other. He blinked – with all three of his eyes – and licked his lips. Though he remained restlessly caught between the urge to fight and flight, he followed the directions he had been given and waited for what they hoped would be an opportune moment to act.

Ophelia's internal inquiry, meanwhile, received its own response from the whispers: “[I]Winter Lantern... a most fearsome Nightmare. Its sight will wound you... and frenzy your blood. Do not let it see you. Its vision kills. It will die... but it is the most dangerous thing you have ever faced. Beware, Wielder; this glory may cost many lives to claim.[/I]”