[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras sighed.

"Raye, don't worry about it. You're fine. Lennox was right: if people knew who and what you are, they would be scared. Fear makes some people do very stupid things," he said. The squire glanced at Lennox. "Say very stupid things. Things that seem logical at the time. So, there's no apology necessary. I apologize instead. I wasn't fair to you or to Lennox." Tiras bowed slightly, acutely aware that too much tipping in his armor, and he would be off balance. The squire turned, and said, "Come on. Let's go inside and get some rest. We're not out of the woods yet."

Inside the structure was not a great deal. A few empty rooms where some supplies might've been housed once. An upper room with an abandoned altar. There were no beds in the place, and no doors left after however many years. He set himself down and propped himself up in a corner. He removed his helm, set the halberd to leaning, and unbuckled his sword, setting it across his lap. The squire fell asleep in seconds, aching all over, hungry, thirsty, and tired. He snored, but not loudly enough to be heard from the entrance.

His sleep was pleasantly dreamless. Until...

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