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	[color=A52A2A]"The wine spoiled as soon as it entered this room,"[/color] Dremmick replied to Garret as he followed him into the hall with the others. He didn't talk much, though he was perplexed a little by the statement made about minty candies on the pillows. Was that actually a thing? He continued until he was directed into one of the rooms, which all seemed to be connected by a large patio overlooking the town.He looked around the room and it was lavishly decorated from wall to wall with fine furniture and all the amenities someone would need while staying as a guest. He closed the door behind him and made his way to the patio, opening a glass door to access it. He took a deep breath of the fresh air as he gazed out. It was a wonderful view from up here. Dremmick could see the lights on the street as people milled about. The Fireworks were a much more attractive and vibrant display now, as the evening sky was only barely lit by a sun that had already fallen over the horizon. It nearly had Dremmick forget about his worries for a moment. He honestly wished that he could one day find a place with a view like this and not have to worry about the things that seemed to follow him. 

	He reached behind himself and pulled out a small notepad and charcoal pencil, and flipping to a blank page he made a quick sketch of what he could see. When he finished he closed the notepad, storing it again and returned to his room. He had thought about taking a bath but he put the thought away. Better to do that after everyone was asleep. He did take off the leather arm guards and chest piece, leaving him with just the sleeveless white shirt, suspenders, and bandages wrapped on his right arm and right side of his body. He let his hood and muffler down and laid back on the bed. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, he tried not to fall right to sleep, but after what he has been through, it seemed to come for him within minutes.

	While he slept, Dremmick's mind drifted off. He was in a town square somewhere off the Fotian border, drawing in his notepad and messing with a newly bought ring between his fingers. He looked up and saw a girl headed his way and quickly pocketed the ring while still making it look like he was drawing. The girl was a tad shorter than him with long black hair and bright blue eyes, branching horns on the side of her head, and dark blue wings tucked gently behind her. “Dremmick! I thought I would find you out here. What are you up to?” Dremmick looked surprised to see her, as if he had just gained control of his body. [color=A52A2A]“Ciara? I...I'm just drawing the square, I found it interesting. H-how are you-”[/color] he stammered, shocked as he hadn't seen her in years, though he felt like he was just with here a few hours ago. She took his hand, “C'mon, if we don't leave now we'll be late for the mission,” she said with a smile. 

	A mission...wait...this is familiar....no, this is all wrong. He had to stop this.[color=A52A2A] “Ciara, wait. I'm not sure about this.”[/color] Ciara let go of his hand. “Come on, this way.” she called as she turned the corner. As he turned the corner into an alley, everything changed. It seemed as if he was in a small cave now, though he didn't realize it until he finished squeezing through the narrow path. When he looked around, the only light were torches carried by himself, which he didn't remember grabbing, and the others in a group that was with him all the sudden. He started exploring the cave with them, as if everything was normal. Most the rest of the group moved on, including Caira, which he barely made out in the dim light. Somebody called Dremmick over somewhere else, but he didn't quite make it out, he just felt it. [color=A52A2A] “Malcolm, do you see anything?”[/color] Dremmick called. A young man in leather armor and messily cropped hair turned around. "Yeah right down there," he said  casually pointing down a hole. When Dremmick peered down, he noticed a number of dead bodies, including the girl's.[color=A52A2A] “CIARA!”[/color] Dremmick yelled. He turned to look for Malcolm but he wasn't there anymore. Instead, Ciana was standing in the middle of the room, barely visible by Dremmick's lone torch with her back to him, her wings low and dragging on the floor.[color=A52A2A] “Ciara...,”[/color] he started quietly.[color=A52A2A] “Are you.... alright?”[/color] He got closer, hearing a voice chanting somewhere else in the darkness, a raspy hateful voice.[color=A52A2A] “Let's get out of here, it isn't safe...Ciara...please.”[/color] he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she suddenly and unaturally jerked around to face him, her once blue eyes now black  with red dots in the middle and an eerie smile. “YOUR SOUL IS MINE!” she screeched as a huge snake jumped from the darkness in front of her. 

	[color=A52A2A]“CIARA!!!”[/color] Dremmick yelled out again, arm punching forward, producing a huge barbed crimson blade out in front of him destroying the dresser at the other end of the room. Dremmick was in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. It was....a nightmare. Dremmick swore bitterly as he withdrew the large wicked blade back into his arm. He got up and walked to his pack, pulling out the bandages to start wrapping his arm again. He noted that he would need to buy more soon. He looked back out through the window at the festival still going on, sure it wouldn't stop through the night. He envied those people. He only wished that he could have lead at least somewhat of a normal life. The people who wish for adventure never really think about the problems that the adventurer has endured that puts them on that path. Dremmick would trade every hardship he faced to be so carefree.

	It seemed that only a short period of time has passed since he fell asleep, so Dremmick went out on the patio to get some fresh air, leaning against the rail and watching the explosion of lights in the town below.