Druids

“Tell me of all the portals, Faerun.” insisted Faengol.

 

“All the entrances into the Dream? Dare I say there are as many entrances as there are exits.

Doors, doors everywhere.”

He struck up his pipe again, lighting it.

“Infinite I suppose.”

 

“Well you must know some of them”

 

“There’s the sun portal.

And the moonwell of course.

You must be standing, at least partially immersed in the well, And when the moon is high overhead and passes from behind its cloudy veil, then, then you must pause for reflection.

The moon, in the surface of the water, you see.

And then you’re there!”