Moravasti is relieved to see that all is well with Anatol when the wizard enters the room. The monk then takes a few minutes to apprise Anatol of the situation in the sick ward, especially the condition of the old woman. 

"The negative emotions...the dark fears...the secret hatreds that lurk within each of us can become portals through which these terrible creatures manifest themselves here among us. My mental link with this woman has shown me her condition is similar to that of the old man who was preaching in the market yesterday. I have heard, Anatol, that it is possible to be projected into the realm--the Dreaming Dark--where these creatures originate."

Anatol Looks at Moravasti. 

"Thank you, do you need me to do something to help? Should we kill her ?" He asks, the last part with revulsion.

The cleric interrupts them.

"Beg your pardon. I will not allow that to happen. There should be other ways..." 

( Anatol roll an Arcana check please. Also the woman were young this time. Sorry if I said otherwise in one post or another... ) 

Anatol Arcana roll 18

Moravasti speaks, trying to reassure the cleric of his friends' good intentions. "No, Brother Klithus, we would not wish to harm this woman. As you say, we hope to find another way."

Anatol looks at the others. 

"There is a ritual to enter the minds and dreams of willing individual. Even unwilling ones. I would have to study and look for it in places of knowledge and even then it would be hard to cast but I m willing to try. I even think I could bring others with me." 

Without waiting for an answer Anatol turns to the priest. 

"Do you have a library here or a wizard I could talk to ?"

Brother Kilthus seems more relaxed at Vallineral words and replies to Anatol

”Indeed, we have a na extensive library here at the temple, but if there is a wizard what you need, maybe you should go looking for Draxios, he lives just a couple of miles northeast of the city in his own tower. Perhaps he could help us.”

Moravasti bows to the cleric. "Thank you, Brother Klithus. We will do all we can."

The monk then looks at Anatol and Vallineral and prepares to walk with them to Draxios' tower. 

(Sorry for lack of posts. Had unexpected guests for a prolonged period so not much time to catch up.)

Vallineral will have taken the crystal out and looked at it after his divine sense was used, attempting to discover if there is a connection to the woman and perhaps if it is a nexus that they can use to try and remove such an affliction from her. Upon the suggestions, he turns to Brother Kilthus. "A person is need will not be abandoned." He confirms. "If this wizard can help us, then perhaps we should go ask for their aid. This Draxios, what are they like? I hear wizards can be quite fickle people." 

"Well... he is quite a character for whay I know" tells Brother Klithus to them before they leave to search for this tower in the outskirts of town. 

They are welcome by the cold air but they have no problem to go out of the city walls and walk towards the direction the cleric told them. They don't have any problem to follow a track on the grass that leads towards the direction they were pointed, wich traverse the woods around the city in a stratight, more or less, direction. After maybe three miles from town they find themselves in a clearing that, in contrast with the rest of the wood, isn't cols, and the trees around it haven't lost their leaves, and the grass is green and they can see patches of flowers here and there. There are many bees buzzing around and a clear stream, about five feet wide, crosses the clear from west to east. In the center of the clear, and raised over the stream there is a tower of greygranite with what two wooden doors at each side of the stream. It seems that the tower was constructed over a bridge that crossed the stream. It stands almost 40 or 50 feet tall, with a chimney in one of it sides and coroned by a metal, perhaps brass, semicircular structure. One cannot help but wonder how a tall building can stand with such a narrow ffundation, maybe 10 or 12 feet diameter wide. There are several windows but all seems to be closed at the moment, but there is smoke rising from the chimney.

Moravasti takes in the sights, sounds, and smells of this curious place, and he's reminded of all the clichés he has heard about the eccentricity of wizards. The monk approaches one of the wooden doors--chosen randomly--and gently knocks. 

Anatol chuckles. 

"Wizards..." 

Vallineral doesn't have his weapons drawn, the double scimitar resting in its back draw-scabbard. He approaches the tower, also quite perplexed about its foundational errors. "Sometimes I wonder if mages do things with magic without questioning whether they should." He comments before knocking on the entrance door.

Anatol laughs at his friends words. 

"Let me put your mind at ease... They don't." 

The door opens towards the inside at Vallineral's knocks. The party can see the actual bridge over the stream and the other door opening as well to allow them to croos it. 

It seems that there aren't any other door, or trap or entrance to the tower, just the bridge and the celing seems to be the bottom of the actual tower, but with no apparent entrance to it.

"A wizard's way of saying, 'Come in', I suppose," remarks Moravasti, who passes through the first door and, then, over the bridge. 

Moravasti crosses the bridge with the tower over him and find himself at the other side of the stream. 

Anatol will follow then move in front. 

"Hello." he says aloud. "We are here, inquiring about some knowledge you might be willing to pass along." 

If there are someone near listening, it does not respond to Anatol words.

"Curious...," says Moravasti to no one in particular. Uncertain about how to proceed, the monk wanders around the clearing that surrounds the strange tower that seemingly has no doors.