I really thought i had replied to these >> [In the way of those who are dreaming, one knows when something is going wrong in the dream, or rather when there is an intrusion. Frowning, he turns his mount to survey the grounds and spots a head of familiar blonde hair, his heart wrenching. Why did he have to be here?
He urges his mount down to the field....
But behind Wolfram, a black haired man is approaching, sword in hand, blood on his lips.]