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dry, his body tired and sore. His head thudded with dehydration.
                  He decided to give up on the whole opening of the eyes and just rest for a while longer while he tried to figure out what hurt the worst. But nothing, after a moment taken to inquire after his bodies wellbeing, seemed to be terminal.
                  He'd been dreaming, of course. Not of the revenant, but the black spaces between worlds.
                  Just a dream, of course. He'd always been a good dreamer.
                  Is that what the world feels like? Rolling around, waiting to turn toward glory each and every day?
                  He managed to push himself from his sheets ( not my sheets...these are far too fine. Where have I ended up? On my feet, for once? ). With his fingers and no little effort he prised his stuck eyelids apart and yelled at the sight of a terrible alien face not a foot from his bed. The creature's skin was pale and taut. Hair hung askew, lank, across the thing's face. But it was the eyes that caused Renir to cry out in horror.
                  Those burning bloody eyes seemed to glow, to brighten the entire room.
                  He shouted out again, blathering something intelligible even to himself and not even mildly ashamed at his panic. His feet padded against the soft bedding and pushed him back, far away from the thing as he could get, like an ordinary man might have...
                  But I'm not ordinary, am I? No longer...I...
                  Renir's terror broke and a simple thought brought a spark of hope.
                  My axe...
                  Before Renir could finish thinking, or find some way to escape from the awful face of insanity before him, three warriors burst into the room. The door cracked and a hinge came free, leaving the door hanging and swaying. The three men wore armour so bright the glint of light from them hurt his eyes anew. White cloaks trailed down their backs and each man - golden haired, he saw - held straight, true blades like men who knew their business.
                  Their business is war...
                  The terrible creature with blood for eyes waved them back, impatiently.
                  I know...I've seen these men before...
                  They seemed reluctant...but far from stupid. They nodded ( no bow? Renir's terrified mind somehow catalogued each and every moment as though they might be his last) and the last man ( paladin? ) closed the door behind himself.
                  The door fell open again, at the bottom this time, when the warriors retreated. The creature at the foot of Renir's bed watched the door for a moment. While the creature with the bloodied eyes was turned, Renir's hand wandered toward his axe.
                  'I know your blood, Renir Esyn,' said the awful thing.
                  As suddenly as Renir found his trusted weapon in his hand, understanding and memory collided hard with one heavy thought.
                  He is...the Red Wizard.
                  The axe tumbled from Renir's hand. It hit the stones, blade to handle, with a loud crash that seemed to set Renir's memory racing. It ran on, Renir helplessly dragged along, like he was a rider with his foot caught in a stirrup. One moment he'd dreamed of the glory of the suns, the next, he flailed at his head. Pain, fear, terror - each dark and hurtful emotion buffeted Renir. He hit himself in the cheek, forehead, pounded at his ears and his eyes, as though trying to scrub at his own mind, or maybe even trying to die. Anything to stop the memories from bursting his head apart.
                  He only succeeding in fattening his own lip and knocking himself from the bed to the floor.
                  Renir groaned and moaned, insensible.