"Hmph," grumbled Bjanr, "You were brought here because of one of my foolish Glade-Sergeants. And as for you coming in here? That's a difficult demand to meet."
The entire group laughed.
"Well then," growled the loner, "I suppose I'll wait here in the city. I'll be back, Bjarn, tomorrow."
"We'll have what we need to say then," nodded Gonderin.
"Well, lads, 'tis been a long night. I can't gauruntee it won't be any shorter, nor longer, but I can say I'm Megabloks tired." Bjarn groaned.
"Hahahaha," chuckled the men.
"I'm heading to bed," remarked Radjar, "If I'm to get to that feast tomorrow."
"Aye, aye. G'night, Radjar."
RADJAR slipped under his sheets and dozed off, keeping his window closed. It had been a cloudy night, and he was glad of that. Soon he'd dozed off... but hardly for the better...
Radjar saw a swampland, the night had cast twilight shadow over the waters, and the moon showed clear through the trees. A tiger rushed through the forest, white fur brushing witht he branches of trees. A group of men leaped in front. The tiger gnashes its teethe, and the men were dead. The tiger continued, until it met a sheep. The sheep drew off its clothes and was a wolf. the wolf killed the tiger.
Radjar jolted awake. What could it mean? He was soon to find out...
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