While it clearly wasn't what the plane-being had expected, it does work, and, as the darkness consumes him, he hears the voice, one last time.<br/><br/>"Rest well... Draiss..."<br/><br/>________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Draiss... Draiss!" The sound of pouncing on a wooden door.<br/><br/>"Draiss, wake up, already, we need to get moving!" He's asleep, in a comfortable inn room bed, with a quite heavy weight, sitting on his chest, that stirs, slightly, at the pounding at the door. As he opens an eye, he'll spot the dull, orange shape of his wyrmling familiar, resting on his chest, her deep, soulful eyes staring back into his, although he can see the pain in her eyes.<br/><br/>His senses are back to those of a mortal, and, while he can remember everything that happened after... he is mortal, once more.<br/><br/>"Draiss, get up; we need to get going. Answer me, or I'm breaking this door down," the voice of Borval calls from outside his door.