You dream upon a scene in which you are a fluffy, white rabbit, jumping through the brush with four other rabbits. Together, you bound towards a place guarded by many hounds - hundreds upon hundreds. Docile, but alert and watching for any sign of intruders. A group of weasels kicks a fuss to the north and the hounds begin to bay, many of them bounding after. The five little bunnies hop cautiously forward, but the shadow of a black lone wolf, ragged and alone, stalks ahead. Not Baucis by any stretch of the imagination, this creature tears into hounds yet sleeping and watches from the shadows, as if waiting for an opportunity.

On waking, you think of the dream for a bit, and sort some of its vagueness out. The Nolgrandans likely have a force of around eight hundred and a direct assault would be suicide.