You rouse in the early morning, Raven lying in the crook of your arm. At some point in the night she kicked off all the sheets, but her body kept you warm in the night. Her dreams mixed with yours, dreams of snow slaves in torture devices, of chasing the dragon, of mind-numbing orgies with Domino's crew and with a rolling line of men at Red House, passionate sex with Chigger, the relentless pursuit of escape and oblivion and pleasure.
Logic is in the room, watching you wake with a Cheshire grin. He evidently pulled up a chair to watch you and Raven sleeping. He whispers softly, "Grekkor sent his Pryers to find you. You were otherwise occupied, so I hid you from them. Eventually, they left and I followed them back to the Baths and listened in. Wolf was there. He and Grekkor are waiting for you. I thought you'd want to know.