"That was an ironic dream considering what I was expecting." Squeezing a hand to a fist he headed towards the east, taking the north turn and continuing that way, wanting to see what lay there beyond the door. He had been presented with a few choices and he recalled the words before, there was no turning back. Whichever path he took, he'd have to keep going at to the end, and he had chosen the first time, telling himself that there were two outcomes. Either he'd achieve his dream and enjoy it to ages unknown, or he'd die in the dungeons and it all would be lost to the pages of history never really mattering.<br/><br/>He wanted to make himself matter, but to do that, he had to be confident in his choice, so grasping the door firmly he moved on.