After 18 hours of sleep and completely refreshed, Jhon stayed laying in bed, bringing out his cellphone to check how well his booty did in last night auction, turns out some weirdo necromancer took all the bones, a famous fashion brand scooped all his scales and what looks like a 5 year old child scored the sword.<br/><br/>"Lets hope its not cursed" he thought with himself as his account did look better than ever.<br/><br/>He went to the shower standing there as the warm water flew over his caucasian skin while trying to recall how the hell he ended up in this place, a old friend, some text messages, some dragons and a annoyed felling, then he was here... no more no less. "Very Strange".<br/><br/>Ending the way too long shower he procceded to do a mediocre job drying himself, then covering his head letting osmosis take care of drying his hair. He sit there naked in the bed starting to feel the emptyness that come with the fact of being alive. "breakfast it is" said his thoughts then continued wondering why is breafast and not breakfeast and the reason of the break in the word... "maybe is the break of dawn?"... then settling in that is supposed to be a fast meal rather than a full feast. "who knows"...<br/><br/>Looking from his cellphone to the phone in the room and back to his cellphone. "huh?!" then picked up the ominous red director's phone and contacted downstairs.<br/><br/>(this ladies and gentleman is the definition of noncontent, and it happens every morning)