After some persuading, you manage to convince the blond-haired man to listen to your story. Once you explain to him what has happened to your companions, he shakes his head in solemn understanding. "I knew this Virgil fellow would cause trouble. If only I had convinced him not to write that story..." You ask him what he means, and he lets out a long sigh before elaborating: "It's all true. All of it. The Dreamlands is real. And I believe that something is causing it to merge with the waking world. That's where all of this is coming from," he explains, motioning to the spiderwebs in the corners of the room. "With your help, I may be able to temporarily stop the infestation from spreading. Then we can investigate this matter further." He rises from his cot and shakes your hand. "My name is Randolph, by the way. Randolph Carter."