Not but a few rooms down, lay Eternion, the venerable Dracon, upon his own bed. His thoughts were awash with the occurrences of late. It was quite the toll that being thrust back into the adventurers way so quickly had taken upon him. One minute he was perfectly fine doing his humble duty at the temple, and now he had pledged his support to this so called "Warrior of Legend" that he hardly knew, not something he was prone to doing in his day.
Still, as he had quickly realized, this was no ordinary adventure. This was not some simple escort, dungeon crawl, dragon slaying, or rescuing a princess from a castle (he quickly threw that from his mind, he had hated that particular quest... especially when he was told that the princess was actually in another castle... he had never seen Almia so mad before). This was the potential end of the world as he knew it, and he knew it well... okay, not that well anymore... curse his feeble old mind!
This Dememoras... he knew nothing at all about him. It made him wonder why he had gotten involved in the first place, he could just as well be cozy in his own home at the moment.
He was nervous and worried for himself, as well as these others. The challenges that would arise next would surely test them all... especially Eternion, the oldest of the group in terms of bodily age. Was he truly prepared to fight an evil forced supposedly so strong and dangerous? Age was not a kind mistress, and neither were the scars of his past, both physical and emotional.
So there he lay, a terrified old Dracon. 'Almia, I need your guidance more than ever, now,' the old Dracon whispered to himself. He looked over to his sword as it lay upright in the far corner of the room. He could almost see the reflection of his good eye gazing back at him, and that alone made him smile just that little bit.
She was watching, she had to be... she wouldn't have let a little thing like death stop her from missing the adventure of a lifetime.
He sat up from his bed, and made a promise to himself. 'I need to get back in shape, back into fighting condition. I can't let myself fail again, not this time.'
Eternion would not let his rage consume him, he would bring back his fighting spirit, the same one that had brought him through so many encounters intact... well, partly intact. He rubbed his blind eye wearily... some wounds magic couldn't heal. He needed some sleep, and lay back down, closing his eyes softly and taking a deep breath.