Blister dreamed, at least she thought it was a dream. She was young again and she was walking in a place she never thought she would see again. The beautiful verdant trees of the Kenderwood loomed above her and she cried for the beauty she once remembered. Why did it have to happen? Why were the kender so powerless to stop it. The afflicted kender became angry as all the feelings of fear and regret came to her.
Paxina Thistleknot was dreaming, at least she thought it was a dream. Since the arrival of Malystryx many kender had started experiencing nightmares, which was unheard of for her race. But for now it was just a dream. She was walking in the woods outside of Kendermore and the sounds of birds singing and the scurrying of small animals in the underbrush could be heard. In the distance she also heard the sound of crying.
Blister had worked herself into a worried frenzy. Just then Paxina stepped into the clearing. “Vera-Jay, what are you doing out here crying?” Paxina asked. The mayor of Kendermore, Paxina Thistleknot, it was her fault. She could have prevented this. She could have saved more lives. Why wouldn’t she prevent the destruction that was about to happen? Furious Blister jumped up and attacked the target of her pain and suffering.