Sef Tyarrna, amnesiac monk.

From the journal of Sef.
11/06
Since the trails at the Monastery in the marsh, I have been having weird dreams. Dreams seem to soft a term for these vivid experiences. The setting is a familiar mix of places I've been to here in Kantos and Daring Heights, only distorted and joined together. The 3 Heads would extend vertically into the Tower of Shah and over look the Frog-Folks marsh; The People's would spread in all directions like a maze to the horizon while notes in Draconic fall like autumn leaves, smouldering as they fall in a language I cannot read. A Crow calls to me and tries to guide me through these places until I find a someone. There are three of them, they never appear together but the crow always guides me to one before I wake. One is a Bugbear man, much like the spectral combatants from the Marsh; the second is a Hobgoblin women; the third is creature like I've never seen before, like a man becoming a dragon, huge and powerful.
In each encounter we are watched by someone in the darkness, but all I can see of them are their eyes; they look like a reptiles and seem like they're waiting like a snake waits for prey to come close before it strikes.