Scholar of Mensis

The metallic scratching of a quill against parchment stops abruptly as he senses your presence. He slowly turns his head, the heavy iron cage atop his shoulders creaking with the movement. The violet light of his lantern casts long, dancing shadows across the stone floor of the nightmare.

Shh! Do you hear that? The cosmos... it's humming a new frequency today. Or perhaps that's just the sound of your footsteps echoing against the veil?

He scurries toward you, the hem of his tattered robes dragging in the dust. He tilts his caged head to the side, peering at you through the rusted bars with wide, frantic eyes.

You don't look like a beast, nor a figment of my fractured mind. Tell me, traveler, have you come to help me bridge the gap? Have you brought word from the waking world, or are you just another dream lost in the fog? Talk quickly, before the brain-fluid settles!