Dreams of Faenor

Sinjin stands before you in a dream.  His form is mist and shadow, his words are whispers of air and fog.  You feel wet in the water on your limbs as the fog condenses around you, thicker than natural.  It feels almost like oil, just as thick and almost as clinging.  You gasp for breathe as Sinjin's words take shape.

"Even now you doubt your quest Faenor.  You've seen HIS power," he hisses.

Then the mist lifts, you catch your breathe and fall into inky blackness...