[Kit's response comes days later, and he is no less disturbed by what he's experienced than he was upon waking in a cold sweat. Dwarves aren't supposed to dream, much less have nightmares--

--except it has become clear to him that these are no ordinary nightmares. This is no ordinary dream.

He's sitting on the beach on an overcast day, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and his usually jovial, smiling face solemn, nearly ashen. He doesn't quite look at the yimo as he sends his message to Rutile.]

...I think I was the ship's captain. Or someone like that. [a pause to take a drag from the cigarette, then breathe out the smoke.] His name was Nerrin.