You gently glide over to the closet to iron out the Lady Amaranth’s favorite black and white gown.

You’ve just gotten done with the dress when you hear the Lady cry out as she bursts free from a nightmare.

Rushing to her side, you kneel and take her hand.

‘Lady,’ you say, ‘Lady Amaranth, everything’s okay.’

The Lady tells you that she’s had a dream of dying alone.

She says she wants you to draw her bath, but then go to town to see your mother.

The Lady knows you haven’t seen her in a long time and even elves are mortal.

You thank the Lady kindly, but say you’ll stay and do your duties.

'No,' she says, 'You will go to town and see your mother.'