Lièrén knew that he had to master his dreams so that they would not master him, they were only dreams after all. He had bandages across his chest and his arm was in a sling because when the dragon died, the pain in his arm returned and burned like crazy, even if his shoulder was healed.<br/><br/>"Sleep well Shie"<br/><br/>Lièrén still had his fire powers and would until he died, but he didn't mind, he could use them to help better the village as the black smith. He could also help out with the inn now that he was well enough to stay awake for more than a few seconds at a time.<br/><br/>Dressing, he headed downstairs and out of the inn and towards the river where the battle had taken place, he had memories flash through his mind; the dragon was gone, its body returned to the river where it had dissolved in seconds upon hitting the surface.