[The Fifth]

Calad fell asleep after the liquid was forced down his throat, and soon became limp in his sleep, although his back twitched slightly. This allowed the companions to do what they wanted. The elf still made noises in slumber, having elvish dreams mixed in with the painful memories, which in turn made the dreams confusing and lost and helped to guide Calad along the path to insanity. It was now almost mid-night, and the waxing moon shone as brightly as the stars.