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As night progressed the inn grew quite and the laterns were extinguished as the guest retired to their rooms. It was a calm clear night, the cool air gently laped at the faces of the guest through their windows. The sound of a small creek that ran along the building, could be heard through out the inn. Its soft gurgeling sound was very comforting to many people.

"It was only a dream.... but the images were so vivid and painful."

His breathing was fast paced and he could feel his heart pounding against the inner wall of his chest. He tried to fall back to sleep but was unable to, so he got up and decided to take a walk outside. The floor boards creaking under his feet as he walked down the hall and stairs to a door that lead to an outside garden. The brisk early morning air mixed with the sweat that covered his body which caused him to shiverer a few times as he walked sown the garden path.

As he walked along the ground his dream kept flashing through his mind. Larein was gone, perhaps because she had run away a few years ago admists a battle that had besieged Epotheros and her while they were searching for an item deep in the forest. He did not hold a grudge against her for doing that though. She had no reason to help him and it was not her duity to get the item so it was not worth risking her life. He won after all with hardly any injuries, so there was nothing to be sore about, other than the fact it may happen again and he might not be so lucky.

Tramer in his wounded stated flashed in the back of his mind next. Epotheros had respect for him in that he would fight until he would die. He also was a little reckless and impulsive as witness with the large amount of energy he lost in the fight against the hell hounds, though Epotheros had not a lot of room to talk with the fact he used a very powerful spell against something that he could finish off with a weaker spell of less than 5% of the power he used.

The image of Clover lying dead and bloody was the last image that he thried to remember. It was the one he would least want to revisit, but it stuck in his mind. The details were painful for him as she was the one he wanted to protect the most from danger since the run in with the hell hounds. He knew that she was lucky that when the beast had her pinned she was able to kill it because it had the advantage to kill her. She was not used to killing anything other than humans and was also not specialized to close combat. There may be... no there will be challenges like hat in the future and it will only get harder down the road.

He stopped and looked up at the night sky. "It will be a few more hours till morning," he said before sitting down on the stone floor of the garden path his thoughts still racing through his mind. He was not used to fighting in a group, because he was able to rely on his strength to watch out wor himself. Now he had to watch out for the others as well, and they would have to watch out for him as well. "Perhaps, all I need to do is find my composure again and all will be well."

I then entered the inn it was dark everyone else had long since went to sleep I quietly heeded toward my and Epotheros’s room I was just about to grab the door knob when a surge of pain rushed though my head I stumbled back and lend agents a wall I then herd a female voice inside of my head “well well well it was u I didn’t recognize u at first it has been along time my old friend” the voice female said “I don’t know how u survived but I will kill u” I replied to her scornfully she then laughed “how did u and ur friends like the playmates I conjured for u” she said while somewhat laughing “if I would had known u were there I would had stayed and made shore to had killed u and ur pathetic friends!” she said now showing the madness in her voice “stop this quest forget about the relic and u wont have to die” she said now sounding concerned almost sounding like the person I once knew “I will not stop this quest for if will give me the chance to finish u that is all the resign I need to continue” I replied angrily “so be it but be warned u have no idea the powers that r gathering to recover this relic and that they will crush u and if u survive them that I personally will have my chance to repay u for r last encounter” she said angrily and then was gone

Clover tossed and turned in bed as she relived the encounter with the hellhounds and the troll in her dreams. This time instead of shooting the troll dead she asked the wind for a safe escape. She flew away from them all. The wind carried her away as she wished. Only in her dreams was she able to fly. Never in real life could Clover ever expect the wind to carry such a heavy burden.

Clover’s eyes opened. She repositioned herself and starred up at the ceiling. She could tell that morning wouldn’t show until many more hours. You can’t just run away. She started to debate in her head. Even though you’re not as strong as the others, you can still help. You can’t abandon them, not yet. Rolling over to her side, she attempted to sleep once again. This time she tried to clear her mind so that she wouldn’t harvest such weak and selfish thoughts. An hour passed before Clover finally drifted back to sleep. Fortunately this time no dreams plagued her mind.

Clover stirred as she heard knocking on the door and Epotheros‘ muffled words. A large yawn escaped her mouth as she sat up and began to stretch. She looked over to the other bed. It was still vacant. I wonder where Larien is. She decided that Larien must of perferred staying in a different place and was fine. Clover made her bed and gathered her things. After she felt fully awake she headed towards the bar. Gazing over the tables of people she noticed Epotheros sitting alone with breakfast waiting.

“Good morning,” Clover said as she sat in the seat across from him. “Did you sleep well?” For some reason Clover had more energy than usual. She felt refreshed and quite happy. She blamed it all on the hot springs, and the busy atmosphere of the inn.

“Oh, sorry to hear that,” she replied quietly. Her mood lowered slightly, but she kept a bright look on her face. She wanted to have a good day. There was no reason for her optimism to falter now. The smell of the eggs tempted her. She tried her hardest not to look down at them. Instead she observed the room and its occupants. Many people ate happily, some still shown sleep in their eyes, others were wide awake. Clover tried to think of a new subject to get her mind off of eating right away. She knew better than to start eating before everyone was present. Unfortunately she couldn’t think of anything to speak of, at least not anything pleasant.

"So Clover, how did you come to be a murderer?(old english term for hit-man.) You seem to be such a sweet girl..."

He paused for a moment before apologizing for asking her a very personal question.

As he waited for Clover's response he noticed Larein walking in the door and coming over to the table.

"Larein, you look like you had a rough night."