Nago was dreaming. He was in a dark forest. In spite of the canopy, he could make out an orange moon. He saw something darting around in the shadows. He activated his tattoos, which glowed. He couldn't hide, but he could protect himself.
Lucca de Selva, the vampire, nearly bit him, but Nago let out a burst of energy, knocking him back.
Lucca talked in the shadows,
"You're a deva, a person with powers, but I'm an asura, also with powers,"
"Why are you doing this?" asked Nago.
"Because I thirst," said Lucca.
"You feed on people? Well, you'll find me a difficult feast," said Nago.
"Possible.." Began Lucca.
He glided out of the shadows with a dark mist, and stood before Nago.
"I guess it's venison again tonight," said Lucca.
"We're dreaming, aren't we? But you sleep during the day?" asked Nago.
"Yes, muy extraño. We must be in very different tiempos," said Lucca. (dropping in some spanish to add to Lucca's dialect,"
Nago didn't understand all of that. They talked a bit, and then gradually Nago woke up. He didn't like that dream.
Lucca thought it was interesting, and wondered if Nago lived in Othello, or farther down the list of realms (need a term for this).