Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150417225617/@comment-3293219-20150419160907

The Breton continued to sleep, his brain took him back to his days fighting the Empire's enemies. Walking amongst the dead of the battlefield and taking in the smell of fire as it hit his senses, the scent returned to him in his dreams, making his experience all the more satisfying.

In truth, he missed the battlefield, though he knew that his experience was somewhat tweaked. If things got rough, he was always evacuated, though this wasn't as exciting, it was far more real and he had something more important on the line...

His family and their honor...

As Toan dreamt about his past glories, he heard an almighty crash, in the inn.