Flair inwardly fumed as he drank his tea. He really wished that Winter hadn't mentioned up-front about his abilities like that. Judging from her earlier statements in the Asylum, people being made aware of his abilities could be quite dangerous for him, as they seemed to share the same sort of close-mindedness that got him kicked out of his order in his previous life. If nothing else, it had been told in confidence, and disclosing that felt like a betrayal.

The planned talking-to would have to wait, however. After quickly accepting Jens' mental invitation, he put his tea down and spoke in as professional a manner as he could. "The entire isle had been the trapped in a planar overlay. Through some mystic means, Ulver Zandalus had managed to pull the entire island into the Dimension of Dreams. I don't know how much you know of your planar lore, but the Dimension of Dreams can be shaped by the unconscious minds of mortals, and needless to say an asylum was not the most pleasant place to have be shaped by such thoughts."

As for the effects, it had knocked many into a fugue state. The few of us that were lucky and/or of strong enough mental fortitude to not be were able to keep the worst of it at bay, but sleeping there was a major risk. Thankfully, the chapel held enough divine grace to keep the sleepers there safe, but sleeping anywhere else in the Asylum brought strange dreams that may or may not have being mentally scarring. They were just cryptic enough as to imply that they had a bigger meaning, though thankfully such dreams were rare, as we had the chapel as a redoubt."

He did not mention the shifts. At best, it'd just be another strange aspect of the Dimension of Dreams that wouldn't add much. At worst, it'd make him seem (more?) like a madman. Until and unless another shift happens, he decided to write it off as more strangeness the dimension held. He also refrained from mentioning that there was a very real possibility that he wasn't native to the world, as languages he knew by the names of nations who spoke them were instead the tongues of dragons and angels, among others. It's not as if he had much to go back to if he could anyway. Still, he put those thoughts out of his mind, lest he tip off his no doubt highly perceptive host.