Not realizing the impending danger, Navahl doesn't wake up until the men are right at his bed, swords already drawn. He bolts suddenly, flipping over on his side to grab his sword and panics when it just vanishes from his hands. He turns in disblief to the men who had invaded his room right as they stab all four swords into his shoulders and chest. He winces in pain, as he looks through gritted teeth across the room. Standing there by the opposite wall is a young female with long dark hair in a long flowing dress.

A soldier mercilessly cuts her down with his sword and she drops to the floor, dead. Navahl screams in anger, still being held back by the intense pain of the swords digging into his skin. All of a sudden, he jumps out of bed and throws his bed sheet into the air, cutting it in half with his sword. He pants heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his face... it was only a dream, but the experiance was all too real. Very distrubed by his memory of his past, he walks out into the hall to wash his face off.

He catches a glimsp of his reflection in the water.. you could swear he was going to break down and cry. Still shaken up, he decides to go outside and get some fresh air. While admiring the full moon, Navahl spots one of his fellow bandits, Julian, sneaking into the dungeon with a bundle under his arm. Intrigued by this, Navahl decides to investiagtes and follows quitely behind.