Alys dreamed of darkness, of monsters that tore at limbs and teeth that ripped flesh. She dreamed of screaming children and sobbing women and men that were crying out with pain from unseen injuries. She dreamed of the end; the things she very much feared. Would she make it back to her father's side before it came upon them like a fiery storm straight from the pits of Hell?<br/><br/>Her saving grace was the throbbing of her head, which eventually grew to quite a level that roused her from her restless slumber. Her eyes had to adjust to the dimly lit room at first, and she recognized bits and pieces of it. She had stayed within a room such as this with Celim for the last several nights, and luckily for Alys, it appeared that somehow she hadn't died and had been brought here to recover instead. Fortunately, the inn had been her ultimate goal; a way to grab her weapon and then she would.....<b>"My pack!"</b>Alys exclaimed, remembering that she'd abandoned the fruits of her labor before she'd taken that leap of faith onto the back of the monster.<br/><br/>Scrambling, she fell to her knees in her rush to get out the door. Alys raised a hand to clasp the back of her head, muttering an<b>"Ow."</b>as a knot had started to form in the spot where she'd hit it on something. She felt beat up, but she was not about to let her pack get stolen after she'd hid inside the rafters of that storage building most of the morning! When Alys finally reached the door, she tried to open it. It was locked, and so, she tried to open it again. Once more, the door didn't open, and so, she beat against it frantically, as if telling it to open or she would break it down herself.<br/><br/><b>"How on earth..."</b>She muttered, looking around the room for some sign - a key perhaps - would help her with her escape. When her eyes did finally land on it, she used it to open the door and immediately dash out into the hallway.<br/><br/>The sight that greeted her was not one that she had been expecting. A man had his back toward her, and Celim stood facing him. She did not look too pleased, perhaps a little looney if Alys were being quite honest, but there was no time to waste assessing her friend's sanity. Alys moved passed the man and grabbed Celim's arm.<b>"I need my bow."</b>Alys looked meaningfully at her friend, her voice as serious as it could be in such a frantic situation.<b>"I need my bow and we need to go find my pack."</b>Alys briefly looked over her shoulder, remembering the man was there.<b>"'Scuse me, Sir, but I'm afraid that Celim and I have some business to attend. If you're trying to catch her fancy, I would recommend that you do it a little later this evenin'. Just do not forget to ask her what happened to her last husband. You would not want to end up in matrimonial hell without being prepared."</b>