Panic filled the roads all throughout the Kingdom Of Artho as the sky reddened from a setting sun. Nightfall was in a mere hour and the civilians scrambled to return home, as the soldiers took their designated posts around the city walls and the fortified castle. Damian thought it meaningless. If the Nightmares wanted to reach you, they would. However, It was rare for them to attack those that are inside with a torch or two lit. The Nightmares preferred darkness. Complete and utter darkness. Just as he did. A soldier bumped into him, barely moving but making the soldier stumble. Once the steel clad soldier regained his footing, he peered at Damian through a thick, full helmet and advised him to find a safe area before the sun completely fell. Damian completely ignored him. He wanted to get as close to the castle as possible. His business was there. So he continued to travel directly toward it. His hood up over his head concealing most of his face. The air was already permeated with the smell of fear. He took in a deep breathe of fear and evening air as he smiled wide...intoxicating. The fun hadn't even started and the fear already stained the air, like the stench of death in the catacombs. He felt himself grow stronger as the fear of those around him ran through his body like a blessing from the gods. As he walked he couldn't help but think to himself if things where like this in Lorean as well. He expected it may be a bit worse there, but even more so in the lightly guarded neutral mining zones. No matter, that was not his concern. He finally reached the gates of the castle and stood just outside the field of vision of any soldiers guarding the gates. He spotted many fliers stating that whosoever could find and return the king's youngest son, alive and unharmed, to the king or a guard would become a very rich person. Despite being a sell sword, and a particularly deviant one at that, he didn't want riches this time. He was waiting for someone. Watching the castle and all it's exits, obvious and secret alike for anyone fleeing the castle once the sun fell, for that was his target. Another soldier passed him by, this one not saying anything, just placing a lit torch in the sconce nearby Damian. Damian watched him as he did so with caution. Once the soldier left, Damian extinguished the flame. He didn't fear the Nightmares, for he is fear. At this present moment, there was nothing that could cause him distress, except losing his target, and the premature ending of the plague of Nightmares. He welcomed the night, along with it's deadly denizens.