Most of that day was wrought with guilt - nothing tangible, as he'd DONE nothing wrong..but it was there, just below the surface, making it difficult for him to breathe at times.<br/><br/>He enjoyed a light breakfast, hunger being the least of his concerns these days. He visited with his squire Donal, chatting with him a bit when he left his armor for the boy to polish. He wanted to spend most of the day by himself, tryint to push the dream aside, instead focusing on the problems he'd been faced with regarding the corruption of the Republic. As though that were a cheerier topic?<br/><br/>The day seemed endless, each minute seeming like an hour unto itself. Well before his usual bedtime, Thomas found himself crawling onto his bed, too drained for anymore bleak thoughts.<br/><div align="center">---------------</div><br/>The place was just as lovely as he remembered it to be, even at night. The wonderful smell of that roasting rabbit made his mouth water, and he smiled as he wandered towards it, the flames sparking as they danced over the animal's flesh. It would make a fine meal, the best he'd had in months.<br/><br/>There was a sleeping bag laid out as well. For him, no doubt. He wasn't tired; something about this place refreshed him. But in the back of his mind, he knew he needed rest, and it looked to appealing to pass up.<br/><br/>He sat down on it, watching the rabbit cook like a hungry child at his mother's side. And the smell was so relaxing. He allowed his eyes to close, then laid back on the sleeping back. He didn't intend to sleep..just to lay down. Get some rest.