He walked up to Lu Yuan and said, enunciating each word:
"First, you must take Holy Water every day to stabilize your sanity."
"Second, stay away from anything related to Strange Dream whenever possible, though you probably won't come into contact with it for now."
"Lastly, have Mo Shui monitor your mental state every night before bed. If anything happens, at least she can pull you out in time."
Mo Shui nodded at that. "I can do that."
Old Morgan continued, "Lastly, I'll find a way to contact the Empire's Dream Weavers."
"But whether I can persuade them to come, I can't say."
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
"I understand. Thank you, Old Morgan."
Old Morgan snorted, his expression still grave.
"Don't thank me yet. There's something else."
His gaze fixed tightly on Lu Yuan.
"You said that when you had Strange Dreams, what did you see?"
Lu Yuan fell silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts before beginning his description.
The Iron Whale, stranded by the shore.
Ruins carved with sacrificial runes.
And those people in gray cloaks, chanting Eerie prayers before an altar.
As well as... that indescribably enormous shadow rising from the Deep Sea.
Old Morgan's frown deepened as he listened, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.
When Lu Yuan finished, the room fell silent once more.
Old Morgan stood where he was without saying a word.
Only after a long while did he speak, his voice hoarse.
"Come with me."
He turned and headed for the door.
"We're going to the Archive Room."
"I've already checked the files," Lu Yuan said as he followed.
"The files you can access are numbered files. Those have to be reported to Headquarters. We have more detailed records here."
Old Morgan led Lu Yuan to the