In Howard's Tap, the gently re-built L.O.R.E. 1139 closes a book and lets out a soft steam-whistle sigh. Knowing she was going to be here for a good long while, and had no need for sleep herself, she watched the comings and goings of the people of Greyhook for a couple of evenings before asking the first people that sat down for tea and vodka at her table:
"Excuse me, but does anyone know anything about The Hour of Sleep, or of Dream-weaving? I have been attempting to research it for a good long while, but as I do not dream myself, I believe I have reached an impasse on how far I can go. Any stories, theories, books, or ideas would help."