This is Istredd's first brush with the strangeness he has heard from others, so the omen of the strange dream does not strike him at first. He is curious though, as always, and remembers everything that happens while there. The arcana, the symbol, the entity, whatever it is. When he wakes up, he writes everything down, just in case.

The first time he sees Stregobor, he's shocked and then dismayed and then angry, in quick succession. He truly hoped he wouldn't see his former mentor any time soon, his resentment toward him very strong. He goes up, somewhat hostile for him, only to find that it is only a local mage, confused as they look up at him. He releases them with sincere apologies, confused. It makes more sense when he keeps seeing Stregobor's face around him, his mood souring each time. If a Summoned crosses his path, they may see him glaring at them, muttering under his breath a name that sounds more like a curse.

Istredd is usually pretty graceful as he is a tall person and has been avoiding smacking into people all the time. Now he is frazzled or perhaps distracted by seeing the wrong faces, and when he runs into people he's apologetic, as fear and confusion crosses their face. No one looks familiar to them, only him, and he has never seen such sudden trust in another's face. He is radiating charm but has no idea, trying to apologize instead.

After realizing nothing is going to help this, Istredd decides to distract himself with work. He immediately goes back to helping the mages with wards, strengthening them with his own abilities, and helping them put down the dead with polished skill. This at least he can still do.