Venryx

Sorry, this one has very little context as I was interrupted and couldn't return my thought immediately, so I only distinctly remember the part just before waking. (which is sad since I know most of it was from an earlier section)

We'd just made it to the island somehow. I had flown up onto a wooden platform about 300 feet in the air, and was surveying the scene, when natives on the ground began firing at me with small flute-like weapons (they'd use them to shoot small arrows, I think poisoned). I was successfully evading them, but was simultaneously attempting to coordinate some procedure with the rest of my group.