A young goblin has a problem. Way too many of the dreams they have at night tend to come true. Especially the bad dreams. No one listens to a goblin's warnings, though. They end up asking for help. -- Anon Guest
Kosh didn't think much about it. The staff that did most of the work in the Trollhead Tavern had taken the broom from him so he could serve customers and bus tables. Honestly, he was just glad that the clientele didn't complain about "hell cooties".
The Gobelliin at table seven caught his wrist and said, "I saw you."
Kosh said, "Ja you certainly did. Light bounces off of all sorts of things and enters your eyes. It's a verdammt miracle."
"No. You don't understand. I saw you in my dreams."
Were he not oathbound to be true to his troth, he might well be tempted by any kind of closeness. "Nice try. I'm already engaged, and I'm not an unfaithful Teufel."
"You had some kind of gold crown attached to your horns."
That stopped Kosh in his tracks. He said, "Moment," and rushed to finish his assigned work. He told their bartender, "Got another job," before taking a seat at table seven. "I'm guessing these dreams are not normal dreams."
"They keep coming true," the Gobelliin introduced hirself as Braald Dramwight, and outlined more than a few that ze figured were near immediate events. "If I can't stop them... I want to be where I'll be heeded."
"I'm still figuring out how to get where that crown lies," said Kosh. "And I don't hold much faith in prophecies. On the other hand... I know some people who can help. It may take some time."
What was vaguely disturbing was how Herr Dramwight's mouth moved in synchronisation with Kosh's last words on the topic. Even though he believed that prophecies were half horseshit and half confirmation bias, he sought out the band.
The Lutemen could either well use a good seer, or help the poor sod avoid dreams altogether. Potions of Dreamless Sleep were expensive as hell and hard to get. Kosh would put his money on employment somewhere intensely useful.
Lord Vallaster, his contact with the rest of the Lutemen, was too used to Kosh turning up wherever he happened to be.
"You keep making my security forces look bad," his Lordship sighed. "I do wish you'd stop."
"I have to keep my training up," said Kosh. "I met someone who could be a great benefit to the cause. Ze's looking for a way to stop dreaming or be useful. Do you have someone who thinks favourably towards Gobelliin?"
Vallaster didn't ask how Kosh knew ze was genuine. His trust in Kosh was the closest think to a miracle that the Hellkin had known to date. "Don't you have means of avoiding dreams?"
"It took me five years to master it and I don't plan on staying here as long to teach," said Kosh. "Just one more wrinkle in the tangle."
"Bring the poor soul around to my door at ten... three days hence. I shall hear what ze has to say about fate."
Kosh was certain his Lordship was about to be impressed.
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