Knowledge shall lead the...

[Anastasia]

"More free floating land?" Oberuth says, "We're running into more of that than usual."

[Corwin]

"My eyes see for five miles into the distance," Seira logically points out. "And Sanzha manipulates probabilities. Between the nature of this plane, her divinity, her anarch nature and a bit from the crown, I figure it's enough."

[Anastasia]

Oberuth doesn't comment further as you approach the manor. Nothing happens as you come closer, perhaps thankfully.

[Corwin]

Seira examines everything!

Perception 115.

[Anastasia]

It's a beautiful manor with yard and gardens. From here you notice absolutely nothing wrong with it.

[Corwin]

Shrinking down to her usual form, Seira decides to head inside!

[Anastasia]

"Nice," Elle remarks as you go, "Someone has style."

As you head to the front door, a voice is heard on the wind.

"Come to memories, stay until the end of the dream."

[Corwin]

"Sure thing! We've been looking for dreams, after all!"

Seira opens the front door and holds it chivalrously for the others.

[Anastasia]

"Hope it's the dream we need," Elle remarks as you open the door.

When you do, you can feel it. Reality changes around you - something a mortal may not understand, but you're far from being a mortal. You can feel it shift in familiar ways, power moving about here to change things. You could try and disrupt it with your divine will if you wish.

[Corwin]

"Dreams are taking hold," Seira notes, choosing to observe for now. "Let's wait and see before trying to guide them."

[Anastasia]

Everything around you is dark and gray. Then a moment later it's night, the manor before you lit up. Lights come from the windows, setting all into radiance.

[Corwin]

Finding herself outside the manor once more, Seira knocks on the door! Now someone will surely open it for her!

[Anastasia]

The door opens smoothly. A gray slaad butler is there and bows low, "Madam," it says in impeccable Common. "May I take your coat?"

"Oh, so this is Seira's dream," Elle says in understanding.

Oberuth eyes the slaad as a hand drifts to the hilt of his blade.

[Corwin]

Projecting a fancy coat into being, Seira hands it over to the butler with a wide smile!

"Certainly!" she allows, before stepping inside.

[Anastasia]

"Very good, ma'am," he stands aside as the party enters, "Please come with me."