He watched helplessly as they held her down, claws ripping and tearing her to pieces. They flayed her chest open and greedily devoured her heart, cackling as they began to fill the cavity with snow.
Warren bolted upright with a scream, kicking the blankets away and rousing himself to his feet. He glared at the bed as if it was responsible and took short, ragged breaths. A hand ran over his face, wiping the cold sweat away and he concentrated on breathing.
Just another dream. Just worries running over the top. You're alright. You're alright.
Warren sat heavily on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands to keep his fingers from shaking. His thoughts briefly touched on the distress running through Ul'dah but he quickly set them aside.
Doesn't matter. See this through. Everything else can wait. Everyone can.
He could make out the dark shapes of his rucksacks on the floor. They flanked both sides of a set of sturdy clothing and light armor. His thoughts touched briefly on the last time he'd worn that particular set and it served to distract him for a moment. Warren stood and crossed to it, his hands scooping up the basic-yet-serviceable longsword that rested on the table. Everything he was taking was nondescript but functional. His mission didn't call for flash or being noticed.
Warren ran a thumb up the side of the blade, testing the edge. If Prauvaulient and his band proved to be malicious he had no doubts it would serve his purposes. His only concern in that case would be that he couldn't waste the space in pairing the blade with a shield.
He felt the blade bite into his flesh and jerked his thumb back, tucking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
Just a knick this time. Stop being distracted. You can't afford to lose focus.
The first light of dawn slipped through the cracks in the blinds and fell upon an empty room. There was much work to be done, too much ground to cover and no more time to waste.
Warren bolted upright with a scream, kicking the blankets away and rousing himself to his feet. He glared at the bed as if it was responsible and took short, ragged breaths. A hand ran over his face, wiping the cold sweat away and he concentrated on breathing.
Just another dream. Just worries running over the top. You're alright. You're alright.
Warren sat heavily on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands to keep his fingers from shaking. His thoughts briefly touched on the distress running through Ul'dah but he quickly set them aside.
Doesn't matter. See this through. Everything else can wait. Everyone can.
He could make out the dark shapes of his rucksacks on the floor. They flanked both sides of a set of sturdy clothing and light armor. His thoughts touched briefly on the last time he'd worn that particular set and it served to distract him for a moment. Warren stood and crossed to it, his hands scooping up the basic-yet-serviceable longsword that rested on the table. Everything he was taking was nondescript but functional. His mission didn't call for flash or being noticed.
Warren ran a thumb up the side of the blade, testing the edge. If Prauvaulient and his band proved to be malicious he had no doubts it would serve his purposes. His only concern in that case would be that he couldn't waste the space in pairing the blade with a shield.
He felt the blade bite into his flesh and jerked his thumb back, tucking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
Just a knick this time. Stop being distracted. You can't afford to lose focus.
The first light of dawn slipped through the cracks in the blinds and fell upon an empty room. There was much work to be done, too much ground to cover and no more time to waste.
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