He shook his head and rode forward toward the silver-haired woman.

The silver-haired woman led them past two closed doors, and stopped in front of the third.

The silver-haired woman in the center rocked slightly, eyes closed.

When he glanced back, the silver-haired woman was gone.

"No," said the silver-haired woman as her knife cut his throat.

Almost immediately, I dropped into another dream where the silver-haired woman was trying to tell me something about the earth.

In no way did she match the silver-haired woman he had left, save in one.

"We can deal with the transformed based on years of experience," the silver-haired woman went on.

The silver-haired woman looked over her shoulder to the grumbling dwarf.

The silver-haired woman and the dwarf stepped through the portal.