"We stumbled upon a group of bandits from the Tribe of the Black Wolf," you say. "Scouts for Zhan-Ukhel's army, we thought. It turned out that, through some sorcerous power of his, Zhan-Ukhel had divined that I would be there. I was alone, unsupported by the warriors under my command, who did not come to my aid and instead allowed me to be taken prisoner. I was knocked out, and found myself in the spirit world."
"The spirit world?" says Seramet, looking at you intently. "You, or perhaps the whole area, must have been under some kind of enchantment or hex that blurred the boundaries between the worlds, allowing that border to be crossed by the unconscious mind."
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