[h1]  [center] [color=f7941d][u][b]Micah Aarseth [/b][/u][/color] [/center] [/h1]

The dream he had the previous night was quite frightening; The dream itself was himself back inside of the forest surrounded by those tall imposing trees. In the distance, he could hear the screams of his former companions. There was another noise deep in the forest; coming closer towards him. As the noise came closer he could see a pair of many eyes lurking inside of the nearby bush. A sudden blur of shadows lunging towards him causing him to wake up. Wiping beads of sweat off of his forehead and frantically putting on his robes and goat mask. 

Once he was fully dressed; he headed downstairs towards the tavern. His staff in hand and the book hidden in his robes."A glass of water pleases" He asked the bar maiden. Quickly handing her the correct payment of gold. He scanned the tavern; noticing the adventurers from before in the room; or coming down the stairs. All of this seemed too familiar to him; the sudden realization that he had done this before on his previous adventure. More sweat was running down his forehead, and his skin becoming cold.