Trouble treads carefully. They know what will happen if the other Reapers catch them here. There’s too much at stake, they think to themself. I have to keep the dream alive. The risk is worth it.
Crawling to the top of a shallow rise, Trouble looks over the swaying golden stalks. A faint breeze billows across the plain. The tree-line in the distance stands utterly still. The silence is eerie and uncomfortable.
They don’t need much — a handful of harvested dreams could sustain Trouble’s spell on Oblivion for a long time. If they get caught… well, the Reapers aren’t known to be kind jailers.
This is worth it. Trouble deserves this. Failure isn’t an option.