Vashen blushed a little at her last comment. "Well yeah I was worried, you sounded like you were dying." He said standing up and drinking from his own canteen. The images from the dreamshe had of her were a bit confusing. What had brought him too think of such things? And what the hell did that devil mean he was being screwed with? It confused the hell out of him. With the sun rising Vashen chuckled. "Alright, now lets get up and start out."<br/><br/>It took the rest of the day, but after a couple rests and hours of traveling they reached the city of Lexia. It was a large city, built with walls because its neighbor city was at war with it. The heads of the cities were feuding families and war was inevitable between them. But the city was beautiful. Walking through the gates Vashen carried his young companion to an inn known as "The White Stag."<br/><br/>He rented them two rooms, since their was only one person beds.<br/><br/>he placed his stuff in one room and checked on her in the other. "You alright?"