Hob doesn't entirely know what Dream is, though he has a name to go on, now. He's done a lot of reading about various powerful entities of myth and legend, but he's not sure he can place his friend, nor does he want to make any assumptions that would anger him. If it's a question of Dream's identity, however, the answer is simple, at least for Hob. Dream is his oldest and dearest friend. Hob doesn't really need to know more than that.

Such a feat could not be achieved by a mere sorcerer alone? "Hmmm. Multiple sorcerers, then." Was he joking? Maybe. Dream's caution is met with a smile. "We all have something in common. That can help to bring people together." Especially in circumstances like these. "But I take your words under advisement, as always." Dream hasn't steered him wrong yet.

"Do you want to look around here some more?" Maybe Dream was on to something by coming to this secluded place.