Orlon awoke a few moments after he had fallen asleep. The haunting flood of violent screams, screeches and images arrived from memory in his mind almost instantly. With a long sigh he sat back up. From the narrow window he could see out to the west. Have none of the creatures left around him and Argho?

He did not know. All left to him at that moment was hope.

Hope, the last of the curses in pandoras box. Orlon shook the feeling that came paired with doubt, off. Sun was about to set behind the chimneys. Although there still was time left he decided to wander to taproom, see whether dinner was ready ahead of time.

There was a nagging feeling, a sensation he only felt in the presence of certain beings. Annoyed he rubbed his temple, as he continued on his way.