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In response to the blacksmith's comment about his cell, Antius grinned wryly, "Popular and smart enough to be compliant when moaning and running would do me no good. But now, I have a chance and a friend in need."

He sat down and watched, fascinated as Caspian got to work on his cell door. He could not help but be impressed. He would never have seen the weaknesses in his cell door himself. All he knew was that it could be locked and he didn't have the strength to yank it open like other, more securely held gladiators. He got to work writing down the other man's instructions, making sure to write an even ten copies, just incase. He doubted he'd be able to recruit so many people on such short notice, but it was best to be prepared. As he wrote, however, the other man surprised him yet again.

"Say, uh, Sir Magus... mind if I ask you a question, what with you being a scholar and all?" He requested, "Do you know any reason behind someone having the same strange dream over and over again?"

Antius paused, setting his quill down and giving Caspian his full attention.

"It depends on the dream. It could be a personal obsession, like dreaming of a traumatic event in the past or a person you have loved and lost to distance, circumstances, or death. Or, if it is of an unfamiliar subject... It could be a vision of the future or a message from... something," Antius told him, pausing in thought as he considered his own dream. Could it be connected with Lir? He clenched his fists. He needed to get out of here. Dream ore not, she was in trouble and if he did not help her, she would most likely end up dead. Still, he had to ask.

"Are you speaking of a dream you have been having yourself?"