There were those who said that he was a charlatan, a trickster, someone who preyed on the gullible and innocent folks that lived and worked in the villages and towns of southern Yarland. Those same people had watched him perform in the markets and fairs, never understanding exactly how he did it, but knowing in their hearts that his talent was little more than a fraud.
Calfain had heard all the accusations a thousand times over. Years ago pride would have urged him to convince the skeptical that he truly did possess a unique ability to enter the minds of others and plant a suggestion – or a dream, as he preferred to call it. Now, older and perhaps a little wiser, he really did not care what the dissenter’s thought of him. Over time, his gift had provided him with food and a modest income. His ultimate ambition however was to become seriously wealthy and live a long and happy life.
The Lady of the manor had heard that the dreamweaver was in town and she desperately needed to know whether his gift was real or a clever illusion. Calfain lived by a set of simple rules – Give the customer what they want and charge accordingly. Never get involved. And never, under any circumstance, put oneself in harms way. Unfortunately, the lure of wealth, an impossible challenge and a beautiful woman can sometimes conspire to turn a dreamweaver’s head.