"Gerwin, are you sure about the description you just gave me?" she asks, moving aside her bowl of porridge to move closer.
"Because that symbol, a dark fist streaming green light...that's the symbol of Bane!" she exclaims.
"What you saw might not have been a dream...but rather a vision!"
"But, why would you have a vision of Bane..." Ara muses, sitting back in thought. "Why are you drawing his attention, or he yours?"
Looking around, Ara does have a kettle and two small bowls, but there is no fire to speak of, though the metal still steams from latent heat, as does the porridge. Two small wooden spoons lay beside them, as yet unused...
Then, an idea hits her, and Ara's eyes widen with concern.
"Hold on...you said there were two of them, right? Well, if one of them was Bane...who was the other?"