Beren hadn't been dreaming. He'd been asleep like a log, not snoring but making soft sounds. Absently he shifted in his sleep while Jocasta fought for her life. He was just out of her reach until she was flipped and thrown to him, Beren's world came crashing back. Her knee into his chest was like the catalyst of a pendulum, and Beren swung his top half up, eyes wide for a moment before he blinked, scratching his head. He was shirtless and his thick dark hair was somewhat wild. 

"What th- Jo?" He said hoarsely. 

She grabbed his head with both of her hands and turned it at the assassin bearing down on them, having become wise to the charging objects and leaped over it's path. Beren saw the downward arc of the cudgel, and he pushed Jocasta and knelt backwards so the cudgel hit the frame of the couch. Beren lifted his legs and flipped backwards over the arm of the furniture and grabbed the couch pillow, as the attacker, his face carved like granite with hard eyes, pursued quickly. He tried to brain Beren and then go after his kidney, but each time Beren placed the pillow there as a shield, bouncing off but smarting if nothing else. 

"Make it easy on yourself!" The assailant growled, punching Beren in the face. Normally Beren was very good at close combat, but he was so bewildered at having been woken up, he hadn't seen it coming and took it in the cheek. Beren stepped back from the blow, but unfortunately for the attacker, it had fully awaken the warrior. The next swing of the cudgel didn't hit his mark, Beren catching it mid-swing, simultaneously chopping the man's exposed neck with his free hand. 

His hold of the cudgel weakened, he grabbed at this throat and stepped back, wheezing at the lack of air. That made two of them, because Beren still felt winded from Jocasta's knee. The assassin knew the situation was quickly deteriorating, and he decided looking for an exit was a good idea. Jocasta kept him from finding a way to leave, having gotten the last chair, holding it over her head (and this time from behind him) and smashing it against the man's exposed skull. Luckily it didn't kill him. 

His fall where his neck hit the bedframe at the end of the bed did, breaking his neck and sending his head flopping at a weird angle as his body his the ground. 

"Eugh," Jocasta and Beren remarked simultaneously. Outside there were raised voices, and lamps turned on. It slightly illuminated the room, casting some light on Beren. His body was heroically muscled but slim enough at the waist to perform his acrobatics, with very little fat on his caramel form. There was a large scar across his left pectoral and his broad shoulder on the right, and on his right arm looked like an old, faded snake bite or some other such creature. 

"You ok?" He asked Jocasta as Bonnie, the Innkeeper, and another person hustled toward their door with oil lamps.