The warmth of the bed drained away the energy to move, not that he could of if he chose to, Saran moved his head slightly to the side so as to see the place better, a think layer of dust covered the wood and many items in the small home, shafts of light illuminated the dust that rose from his slow movements on the bed.
The dragoon armor was strew about the loft floor near the bed, covered by many bandages quickly done with fire to help seal the wounds in desperation, a broken lance had been thrown in anger into a nearby wall.
Saran attempted to fight the memory of the event that had just happened.
yet it still crept back to the front of his mind, and stuck in his anger he let out a loud pained scream.
Quickly Saran would struggle to get to his silver flask,reasoning to himself that it would be better to be in a stupor, not face this new reality.
Muttering under his breath as he reached the flask re-opening his wounds and beginning to allow infection to settle in.
In a rush he opened the flask spilling most of it before downing the rest, and soon passing out.
The dragoon armor was strew about the loft floor near the bed, covered by many bandages quickly done with fire to help seal the wounds in desperation, a broken lance had been thrown in anger into a nearby wall.
Saran attempted to fight the memory of the event that had just happened.
yet it still crept back to the front of his mind, and stuck in his anger he let out a loud pained scream.
Quickly Saran would struggle to get to his silver flask,reasoning to himself that it would be better to be in a stupor, not face this new reality.
Muttering under his breath as he reached the flask re-opening his wounds and beginning to allow infection to settle in.
In a rush he opened the flask spilling most of it before downing the rest, and soon passing out.
