Demetri had gotten a bath after finishing eating, and his failed attempts at finding someone who knew a good mapmaker. He didn't let it bother him, but that didn't stop the voices from coming to him in his dreams. The faces of the men he'd killed, the looks of elven skirmishers he'd fought in just south of Galtea, but it was the screams that stood out the most. One of his first assignments as a rookie, his commanding officer had hauled a group of elven citizens into a church, and ordered them to burn it to the ground. Demetri had refused, arguing that it was war crime, and he'd received due punishment for it, fifty lashes at the stake.<br/><br/>He woke with a start, jolting up from bed wearing nothing under the covers. He breathed heavily, his breath ragged, and sweat covering his form. He took a second to calm himself, before dragging his form out of bed. He put on his breeches, and was about to put on the tunic when he heard the knock at the door. The voice had him frowning, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He picked up his weapons belt, wrapping it around his waist, before he picked up his sword from beside his bed, not having it on his weapons belt he opened his door unsheathing it to drop the sheath upon the floor.<br/><br/>Walking calmly through the common room to their door, he threw it wide his sword still pointed downward, but it was at the ready and showed that the Galtean was taking this as hostility.<strong>"Can I help you, Captain!?"</strong>He asked the man forcefully, the sword gripped tightly in his hand as his muscular upper body was flexed and tensed for battle, and his eyes bore into the man before him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">D20+7 Intimidate check: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29728) Sorry I know, rolled a nine, but I figure I get a bonus for description.</div></div>