Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-25828117-20151230001132

"Are you alright, Sir?" The man across asked.

The Breton is question looked spooked. Lately he had been having bad dreams. But despite his clear disruption he brushed it off.

"It's nothing, my friend." Alain said.

"Bad dream, sir?"

Alain knew he couldn't hold the secret any longer. It was quite obvious and although he was sort of a pathological liar, lying when you just woke up after a string of bad restless nights wasn't really an option. Thus the Breton nodded halfheartedly. Still trying to throw the man across from him by yawning widely and stretching his arms.

"There are spells and potions that can help with that... Your father used to." The man stopped after he had mentioned Alain's father.

"Forgive me, sir. I know it is still too early. You are grieving. My apologies."

"It's nothing, Pascal. After all, it's not like my year is going to get any worse." Alain sighed somewhat sarcastically as he looked out of the carriage.

With his family fortune gone, and no one in Bangkorai or any of the other Breton kingdoms that cared for him Alain was forced to travel yet again. This time he had absolutely no choice. But this time he'd be ready...

He thought.

How hard could it be?

Right?