Harrow nods seriously, slowly. He understands the notion of magic inviting in darkness. Come to think of it, that's pretty much what created him. And he's no strangers to truly evil entities from other realms. For the others' sakes he remains quiet on the subject. He's willing to accept the answer Viatorus gave them, however vague it was.

"Is it safe for me to drink some of that dreamless sleep tea? I don't really wanna stay up all night, but I don't really wanna have anymore dreams, either."