Mordankell quickly began to feel the rush of adventure in his veins. His heart beat anxiously, sending the blood rushing through his veins. The road passed quickly, becoming lighter as the day progressed. As the sun reached its highest point in the sky, Mordankell began to feel the effects of hunger. His legs wobbled beneath him, his hands trembled. His gut ached from want of food. Deciding he'd put enough distance behind him to avoid being caught by the others, he felt safe in stopping for a quick break.<br/><br/>There was no time for a proper meal, but he made himself comfortable sitting on the ground at the side of the road. Leaning back against a tree, he pulled a hunk of jerky from his pack and began munching on it hungrily. Occasionally, he washed it down with a drink from his waterskin. The meal was far from pleasing, but he felt better for it.<br/><br/>The afternoon sun heated the air pleasantly, though he felt relaxed and cool in the shade of the trees. Resting his head back against the tree, he closed his eyes, telling himself he would only allow himself a few moments rest before resuming his journey.<br/><br/>As is common in situations such as this, Mordankell's resolve to rest only briefly, quickly desolved under the weight of his exhaustion. The same old dreams began to swim in his mind, pulling him down into the restless state of uneasy slumber that was all he'd known for many months.