Working with an old mentor again in my dreams, which is both a blessing and a curse. We get along much like oil and water and yet I do love her as a grandmother. Perhaps that is why we only threaten to strangle one another rather than actually go through with it.
There remains much and more for us to do. My companions have gotten embroiled in an ancient war between the Holy See of Ishgard and the race of Dragons. The leader of Ishgard has allied with enemies who seek the utter destruction of our realms and we are trying to pierce an ancient technomagical barrier in order to prevent this.
My mentor and I hope to deliver the means to do so, and per usual have sent the Warrior of Light into unknown dangers to retrieve that which we need. She is a strong woman, but I do worry on occasion that we ask overly much of her.
My former master is, however, entirely too perceptive. I have discovered a technique to allow myself to see, to an extent, though it consumes aether and may very well shorten my lifespan.
It is not a technique I've risked trying just yet, here in the waking world.