They are crawling on his back. Maggots? Worms? He can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, he has to take care of this as quickly as possible, but there's no-one around. He is running and running, trying to find a place where he could wash out the strange feeling on his back, but the world is twisting right before his eyes, corridors do not connect with one another, the road back is different from the one he came and everything is just mad. The world is mad, and suddenly it all starts to glow. It seems that everything is burning, the colors around are becoming red... 

Brogan suddenly jumped up from his sleep and started grabbing over his back and sighed. The wounds have started healing rather quickly, and the pain was almost completely gone. He covered his eyes from the rising sun that was shining into his eyes and he stood up to stretch. Brogan swiped the sweat from his forehead from the nightmare. It's been quite some time since he had a nightmare. "Must be my back." he thought, as those were some horrid burns. He looked over to the bridge, where no one has crossed. Not the Hero of Kvatch, not the group of prisoners that he was fighting along with and not even a single person. The bridge was silent during the whole night. 

"Well, I guess our Hero wasn't watching us properly. I could just walk away right now." an idea popped in his head, but he dismissed it. "He must be something good to actually have power to stop those archers in the arena. They probably had a good night sleep in the inn this night. I should have went there." Brogan sighed in regret and started heading towards the bridge.