The priest turns back to the words he is saying over a very small coffin.

The emaciated people sit there, barely listening.

Well, she'll... investigate the temple, then.

"We need a silver mirror," says Madhi, walking with her. "This is Fazil's dream, but he's not here. That's the point, him not being here."

"Why a silver mirror?"

"Component for a scry spell. Which I think I would have prepared, if I were a wizard. I don't suppose I told you what I had prepared?"

"No, sorry. We haven't actually spoken in four days. Vaughan might have a mirror, though. We'll have to cut our way through more of the house but I guess we'll probably have to do that again at some point anyway."

"I don't think we're going to find Fazil here, even though this is his dream."

"I guess we'll go talk to Vaughan, then. Or - search his mother's room, I guess, I assume he has one. Uh, this nightmare seems plausibly safer, do you want to - it's probably best not to split up but if you don't want to head back into the house I can come back for you - "

"Sure, that might be better." He reaches for her sword. "Magic weapon - It'll hit a little harder - and Shield. - I don't know if those worked."

"Okay. Back in a bit. Probably."

And she heads back into the Arl of Denerim's estate. There are more guards to kill. At times her blows glance off them and they pin her arms or slam her into walls or tear at her bloodied dress, and every time it happens she's thinking that she can't die here, she can't, not this time, not until she saves her friends - but they're not taking her seriously, not really, and she manages to kill them each time, even though it never feels like a sure thing.

The manor is shaped mostly the way she expects it to be. The screaming and sobbing get louder as she goes.

Vaughan is where he's supposed to be.

She kills him.

Shianni is dead in this dream, as are the others. She was distracted rescuing Mahdi. 

But Fazil's not dead yet. Probably. She needs - a mirror, right - she hunts through his stuff - knife, corkscrew, playing cards, clothes, letters, comb - mirror.

She heads back to where Mahdi is.

Differently sized casket, fewer mourners, but otherwise the same. Mahdi is standing there watching. 

She hands him the mirror.

"Scry."

In the mirror they can see Fazil. The background is - all white. He's looking back at them. His expression is empty and horrified.

" - so how do we get him here -"

"Not sure. He has to be somewhere, I think, we could - try looking for other doors, I guess - "

She frowns at the mirror. "Hey Fazil, can you hear us?"

"He shouldn't be able to detect us at all, really," says Mahdi, frowning. " - I guess probably he's watching the funerals, and can see us since we're here?"

"Yeah. Seemed worth a shot, I guess." Any reaction?

He scowls at them. 

"Oh," says Mahdi, and tilts the mirror. Now they can see his hands. They're moving. 

" - he says 'feed my family' -"

"Okay. Can probably do. - I guess I am lucky my nightmare is so comparably fit for human habitation, or something."

Mahdi is attempting to explain via sign language at the sky that this is a dream.

"I'll be right back."

She heads back into the Arl of Denerim's estate.

She can pass through the dining hall if she finds new, unbloodied clothes in the bedrooms first, and leaves her sword on the other side. The guards eating there always stop her to ask for more wine. They'll insult her and threaten her several times if she goes along with it, but that's the way to pass through to the kitchen without a fight. It has food. A lot of food, actually, more food than a normal person would know what to do with. 

The guards don't stop her the other way, carrying bread and cheese and wine on a plate.

She heads back to Fazil's nightmare.

It hasn't changed at all.

"Hey, anybody want some food?"

The starving people eat the food. "Did you see anywhere that might let us access where he is," asks Mahdi.

"Looked pretty much normal. What's he say now - "

"Spell doesn't last that long. Sorry."