He dreamed of women in thin dresses and piles of gil. Â It was a wonderful life indeed.
One of the lovely women stroked the side of his face and she smiled, though as the dream faded the feeling did not cease.
He groaned, groggily opening one eye, the now dim lanterns making it hard to focus on the figure that sat on his bed ...
"Who?!"
He struggled to sit up, the mix of sleep and wine making it difficult. Â He felt the blade nick his cheek, a trickle of blood slipping down his face.
"Who are you! Â How did you get in here? Â Guards!"
One of the lovely women stroked the side of his face and she smiled, though as the dream faded the feeling did not cease.
He groaned, groggily opening one eye, the now dim lanterns making it hard to focus on the figure that sat on his bed ...
"Who?!"
He struggled to sit up, the mix of sleep and wine making it difficult. Â He felt the blade nick his cheek, a trickle of blood slipping down his face.
"Who are you! Â How did you get in here? Â Guards!"
