Debating a Course of Action

After going about his daily business as the de facto ruler of Gravestone, a small survivor community of roughly 50 people or so. Zane and the girls retired for the night. Not much happened on this day, nor did Zane particularly warn the others of the warning he had received in his sleep on the previous night.

I mean, how could he possibly explain this? A voice which had been responsible for warning him of danger, one which manifested itself as a woman whose features he could never see, and who spoke to him in a kind and gentle tone as if they were particularly close, despite never meeting her before his near death incident?

It was utter insanity, and nobody with a sense of logic or reason would listen to this warning that Zane received in his sleep. No, he had to make the preparations on his own. But as it currently stood, the only way Zane could obtain a recipe was either through achievements, or through the store.