((The Unnamed Mercenary's story continues where it left off from Here (Posts 6-21)))
The last thing he remembered from the previous day was blacking out during a fight with Kage, and having the perhaps the strangest dream he'd ever had. Well, he couldn't be sure. The Unnamed Mercenary knew there was a part of him missing, namely almost all of his life.
The dream had been surreal, as if he'd actually been there. There was a women and a girl. They were looking at him, speaking even, but he couldn't make out the words. Everything he saw around them felt both familiar, but unknown. Who were they? Why were they looking at him this way? He knew they were Garlean. The third eye made that quite apparent. The place they were in, it was peaceful, nice. Completely different from the harsh desert city he had been living in lately. In the dream, he tried to walk closer to them. Almost close enough to touch them, he reached out his hand, only to watch them fade away as he woke up.
Opening his eyes after the whole experience, the light hurt his eyes. How long had he been out? More-so, how did he get here? It certainly wasn't the pavement of Pearl Lane, nor was it a jail cell. It was an inn room, and something much nicer than he could have afforded. It even had a mirror! Where he expected to find bruises and cuts from the previous day, there was nothing. "Heh, at least this thing can be useful sometimes", as he referenced the artificial aether device somewhere inside him. He was in his smallclothes, his tabbard and trousers having been washed apparently and neatly folded on a table. "This place's gonna cost me a fortune!" He didn't want trouble. At least, not now. Something was different. Felt different. As he dressed, he noticed his mask was missing. It dawned on him that it must have happened the day before, and Kage had to have seen his face. He would have to stay out of trouble. That didn't seem like a problem for now.
He dressed, and left the room, looking for whoever was in charge to pay.
The last thing he remembered from the previous day was blacking out during a fight with Kage, and having the perhaps the strangest dream he'd ever had. Well, he couldn't be sure. The Unnamed Mercenary knew there was a part of him missing, namely almost all of his life.
The dream had been surreal, as if he'd actually been there. There was a women and a girl. They were looking at him, speaking even, but he couldn't make out the words. Everything he saw around them felt both familiar, but unknown. Who were they? Why were they looking at him this way? He knew they were Garlean. The third eye made that quite apparent. The place they were in, it was peaceful, nice. Completely different from the harsh desert city he had been living in lately. In the dream, he tried to walk closer to them. Almost close enough to touch them, he reached out his hand, only to watch them fade away as he woke up.
Opening his eyes after the whole experience, the light hurt his eyes. How long had he been out? More-so, how did he get here? It certainly wasn't the pavement of Pearl Lane, nor was it a jail cell. It was an inn room, and something much nicer than he could have afforded. It even had a mirror! Where he expected to find bruises and cuts from the previous day, there was nothing. "Heh, at least this thing can be useful sometimes", as he referenced the artificial aether device somewhere inside him. He was in his smallclothes, his tabbard and trousers having been washed apparently and neatly folded on a table. "This place's gonna cost me a fortune!" He didn't want trouble. At least, not now. Something was different. Felt different. As he dressed, he noticed his mask was missing. It dawned on him that it must have happened the day before, and Kage had to have seen his face. He would have to stay out of trouble. That didn't seem like a problem for now.
He dressed, and left the room, looking for whoever was in charge to pay.
