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Villager: Wykin

*How did you get lost in the mountains? You've been wandering around out in the snow for what seems like hours, and it's getting too cold...

Oh! Look, there's a cave up ahead, you can see soft purple-ish light glowing from inside!

You rush towards the cave, hoping whoever was in there would let you shelter from the weather for a little while.

As you peer in the cave, you see it serves as a small home. Inside, a wickerbeast sits at a desk. You can't really tell what she's doing, so you knock polietly on the dark wooden door.

She jumps up and answers.*

Gracious! Why in the world are you about in such weather?? Come in, come in!

Who am- HA! You've got jokes, m'dear!

I am Wykin, the Sleepwalker, of course! Didn't you ever hear the legends? No? Oh... That's alright, I suppose. After all, you're not from my realm, are you?

My realm? Sallentine? It is my creation, dear. The world of Ink and Dreams! Ahh... You've never been there, have you? I think not, stranger. The only way to access it is through the Gateways, and only my brother and I can control them.

How are the others here? Ha! It isn't as if we cannot leave my realm! I forget how many I've brought along, but so far I believe Anna, Honey, Aranova, Koa, Gloria, Avilion, Nightly, Espen, and Percy are here.

Well... to be honest, Avilion only recently came with us. A good thing, too. Sometimes the monsters get past the guards and into these parts of town. I- Goodness, I don't make him go anywhere, at least not often. I don't mind that he follows- Avilion's gotten me out of more situations than I care to mention at this point. Besides, he's more pleasant for company. I don't know anyone else that's bothered trying to be part of my life like he has. Whether or not I actually need that, however, is yet to be determined...

The Prince? Yes, I'm aware that Percival is human. I created him, of course. He's merely visiting in a different form- on Koa's request. Something about holding onto his sanity. Percy wouldn't tell you about his eyes, hum? In all honesty, dear, that's not really your business, but if you must know, it was the result of a childhood accident that could have been much worse.

No, I don't quite believe Koa hates me. Goodness, hate is a very strong word, little one. No, he just disapproves of most everything I do in terms of running Sallentine. Well, the way I go about it, that is. The agony of immortality- I don't have many happy, unique Dreams left to give to my realm to keep it going, sadly. That is why the Dream-Spinners assist me with Dream-Spinning.

My brother... He goes by Nightly, but that's not his real name. I can't tell you his name, I'm afraid. What happened isn't any of your business, either, but if he wants to tell you so be it. He seems to be getting restless again these days... and I thought some fresh air outside of our world may do him some good. But when he immediately wants to go back? I don't know what he wants. We've grown apart over the years, to my dismay. I worry about him. If you ever happen to drop by, please pretend you don't know anything. The people aren't supposed to know. It's better and easier for everyone to continue thinking we're enemies.

.....Tiberius? Aha... My god child. A sweet little child. I admit it- Arya's union with the native island spirit wasn't what I'd expected when I told Arya about Ouroboros. It's wonderful to see that lot thriving, even if certain people do try sneaking through the Gateways every now and then.

Ahh... The storm seems to be calming down now. I take it you'll be off to wherever you were going? Travel safe, stranger. May your Dreams be many.