<div class="bbTable">
<table style="width: 100%"><tbody><tr><td><br/>
It had been a little dumb. the stables weren't really a good place to take a nap, but they were unoccupied for the most part aside from a few of the stable workers, and a few of the riders. It wasn't exactly the ideal or nicest place to take a nap, but Robin had been completely lost for other ideas, every time he tried to retreat to his room he would get pulled into another meeting or talk. It was starting to drive him insane, and so like any good strategest he had retreated to the most isolated place he could think of for a nap.<br/>
<br/>
His short blond hair bobbed along with a soft snoring that escaped his mouth. Robin was not a graceful sleeper, his mouth was wet with drool, and he himself was slumped at an awkward angle when he woke up he would probably be sore.<br/>
<br/>
A book was open in his hand, even now he was still trying to get a feel for this new countries history and people, it's conflicts, and what was actually going on. His dreams played off the number of battle strategies he had dealt with in the past, millions of ways to win, or loose each fight and the hours spent doing so because one random reinforcements showed up to kill a friend.<br/>
<br/>
Stupid recurring nightmares.<br/>
</td><td><br/>
[IMG='width:379px;']https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/f9/a2/6ef9a22f5dfdd15f5e369918acb8bfd5.png[/IMG]<br/>
</td></tr></tbody></table>
</div>