Dream Binder's Glyph

The old knight's tent was tight, but efficient. He wasn't one to expect opulence for himself while his men shivered in the muck. Only two things displayed refinement beyond what function necessitated. The first was his armor chest, with light enchantments to clean and maintain the equipment stored within, it was lined with silk and painted with scenes of tall cedar forests that would themselves never wear and perpetually exude a light scent of fresh cut timber. The second was a case of mementos and curios, stood on end to display his medals, tokens from fallen comrades, and trophies taken from defeated enemies. At the bottom of this collection an old broadhead missing one of its blades glowed a violent green for a moment, lighting the tent so brightly that a pair of camp followers passing by dropped the freshly laundered clothes they were returning from the creek with.
While the glow of the elven Dream Binder's Glyph on the arrow head posed no immediate threat to the washer women, it did signal a looming danger for the camp. Long ago in the first campaign the knight had served in, when he was only a squire, that arrow had lodged itself in the back plate of his armor when his unruly horse had placed him in the way of a shot meant to fell the Earl his master served. The brittle metal blades designed to shatter inside the archer's prey instead placed only a small cut on the boy's back and knocked him from his saddle. Moments later the cleric attending the Earl held in abeyance the mental effect of the glyph meant to trap the victim of the Glyph in a prison of dreams.
The next day when the squire woke, he learned that he had not been expected to ever open his eyes again. He also learned of his inadvertent heroism and the boon of a knighthood it had earned him, expected to be received posthumously. The priest overseeing the field hospital he rested in speculated that the Glyph may have been disrupted by shattering before taking his blood or by the actions of the cleric who tended his wound right away.
Today however, the glow of the Dream Binder's Glyph reveals that while the effect may have been delayed, it was not stopped. The squire has grown to be an old knight, battling on for many seasons and campaigns against the tribe of the archer who opened the door to Reev'Taler's prison realm for him. The men at arms he has led loyally for decades on behalf of the Earl's family will be disarrayed and distraught at the sight of their commander fallen unconcious before battle with no sign of a new wound or spell effect on him. Perhaps another scholarly priest medic will see the glowing Glyph from his tent and surmise where the knight's conciousness has gone.