Promising, if for no other reason than there being no other leads to, well, anything. The dead woman, still a mystery...

The dead woman.

She parts her lips to speak, to ask the woman with the blue tattoos if she knows anything about a dead harpy, but the words have little chance to leave her mouth before she is abruptly swept away from the scene- the dream- a clean cut, just as she had been put under cleanly.

Someone has broken the sleeping enchantment.