Alfred found himself in the middle of the forest. It was foggy and he couldn't really see further than two feet from his face. As he was walking he suddenly felt a chill rise through his spine. It left him with a feeling of utter dread. He remembers feeling exactly like this before. He felt helpless, weak, stupid, worthless, and afraid. Wanting to  crawl into a fetal position he instead listened to his instincts and ran as fast as he could trying to get away from that place. As he was running he was suddenly slammed on chest that landed him straight to the ground. It hurt badly and he couldn't breathe. All of the sudden there were a pair of hands wrapped around his throat. The man towering above him was laughing maniacally. It was at that moment Alfred realized who this man is. It was Lord Ædelric. The man that tortured him day in and day out for over six months so many years ago.

That's when Alfred woke up visibly shaken and dripping with sweat in his large but sparse bedroom. 

"Not again," he said to himself. "Over ten years and I still can't get you out of my head." Alfred still scared from the torments he suffered in the hands of Lord Ædelric. In his head he knows that he shouldn't have nightmares like these. Especially since Lord Ædelric was confirmed dead before the end of the war. But the nightmares they come. Almost every night they come.

He rose from his bed and decided that it would be best to try and forget the dream and instead go through the motion and get ready for the day ahead. Once he was dressed he slowly grabbed his war hammer and headed out and straight for the town centre. Alfred may live in a stone manor by the farming hides but his home didn't really have the sufficient amount of servants in it. So, when he left that place he didn't even see a single person. He grabbed his horse and headed for the town centre. 

Once he got to the town centre he proceeded straight for the county's militia barracks.