Putting her shield away into her pack, she gave a nod as she walked forward. Coming to the elegant woman's side Gale spoke again. "We must take hold of him from beneath his arms. Here, like this." Reaching beneath the man's upper arm the dream-walker grasped firmly and began to lift him up. This was how she had seen a younger boy hoist a cat when it wandered by out of curiosity. The man was heavier than she had expected, but her grip held. Their combined efforts raised the vagabond off the ground, and the young girl's surprising strength likely contributed a great deal. Carrying the entire weight of his person was too much for her, but she could drag him along slowly if need be. "Step carefully, efendi. The sands are becoming soft as it drinks in the rain."

Slow, careful steps brought them closer to their goal. Soon they were back on more solid ground and the dream-walker took a brief respite from her hard work. By now she was soaked through to her undergarments, and the chill was setting in. The hazy humidity from the heat of the day mixing with the downpour was now cold, and her hair clung to her head in fiery clumped locks dripping continually. As she looked down, the sand bore a wide trench created from half-washed out footprints and the drag marks where the man's legs had been. At this moment, all of them could use a warm bath and dry clothes. "Do you have coin for his lodging? I am afraid I cannot pay for anything more than my own share." Performing by the wayside and telling stories did not earn much, and what she had now was collected over a series of days. She slept outside when the skies were clear, thus she did not know how much a room for the night was.

As the two girls made partly successful attempts to move the raider, he remained dormant as before. One of the two had a hypnotic voice that pierced the mind like an arrow, but even that did not pass through his unconscious skull. He remained limp and almost lifeless, his mind absent, lost in the vast fields or villages that were distant from where he lay, disconnected from the world, the only sign of life coming from him being his rising and falling chest and the very slight warm air that softly left his nostrils, as well as the rhythmic beating of his heart.

In his mind, the raider saw many visions which his mind could not translate, but it would clearly remember when he is to wake up later.  But for now, he remained unconscious as ever, leaving these mystic images untold and untranslated.