Harol hid under the covers, hit his head to the pillow, and closed his eyes. It had been quite the eventful day... However, he was supposed to be teaching Freya tomorrow, and he didn't quite know where to start. Maybe dealings with the servants would be a good one? They would have quite a lot of that. Yeah, that would do. Speaking of servants, the incident from earlier resurfaced in Harol's mind, and he finally realized why it kept doing so: It had sparked his curiosity of the female body shapes, with the addition of him now having a romantic relationship too, it only made sense. He had lived a rather distant life when it came to those things, and it was not like he was a child anymore. With his thoughts at last finding a rational explanation to SOMETHING, Harol smiled and fell asleep.

Unlike last night, Harol now dreamed. He stood within a ring of fire, with no escape in sight. After aimlessly wandering around, he found himself going through the wall of fire, without as much as a tickle from the licking of the flames. Behind the wall was a small village in flames, as in literally small. Harol was easily as tall as a house! In wonder, he reached out for one of the buildings, only to see that his hand was actually not his... It was an odd mass of metal plates and chains with fire pushing out from several gaps in the structure. He raised it in front of his face, only to realize that the hand was huge in comparison. He shook his head, which violently rocked his vision around, and brought into attention a shining surface in the horizon.

It was a long trek through empty plains with nothing but death sown on them, but in the end he reached what he thought was a mirror... But it was only a window to another realm, a realm where a tyrant leading an army of brass skinned creatures both big and small. The tyrant locked eyes with Harol, who reeled back in shock: This tyrant shared many facial features with the king who had ordered his death! But as he turned around, he found his way back was blocked by an actually reflecting surface. He was... hideous. A huge, scaly lizard like creature whose head was attached slightly below where ones neck usually is, while the spot of neck and head were taken by a massive fire pit, making him look like a massive torch with these metallic gloves attached by one sturdy chain that moved on its own.

That sight had been enough for Harol, who jolted awake, breathing heavily. What had THAT been? However, a look out of the window revealed a starry sky and the house was silent. "Not an hour to be awake..." he murmured, slipped back under the covers and drifted back to slumberland.