Larek woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something was going on. Even before his eyes opened, he had this premonition. Something was off. He had come to Artho seeking adventure and to see the world, and maybe confront some dangers, but he was getting much more danger than he had expected. In his dreams, he had seen things that he couldn't have imagined himself. He didn't know whether the land was cursed or if someone had put a curse on him without him knowing it, but he didn't like it.<br/><br/>Looking outside of the inn's window, he saw soldiers scrambling for their posts and unarmed citizens running for safety. It wasn't just him. Silently uttering a prayer of thanksgiving that he wasn't under an evil spell, the dracon got out of bed and put on his pants, grabbed his sword, and ran downstairs, finding the door to the outside was barred and the common room of the inn was empty. Opening a window on the ground level, Larek stepped outside and ran to see what the commotion was about.