There's too much to write at this moment, so i'll make it quick
We kept on into our journey, we found the monks, or rather met them. They were warry of us but gave into giving over the information we needed.
So far i had two dreams, on of the fate, weaved, not real place full of everyone's fate strings, then a dream of me being someone else before hand. Couldn't have been me, we were far too different. More information and no ideas on how to solve this massed problem.
That black weave slicing ass, the dragon ran off. It's dead next time we see it, for Nevers sake mostly, but also everyone elses.