She woke with a sweat in the bed. She was thankful that she had a room provided for her by that stranger. Thinking back she tried to remember his name but it escaped her. Her room was 15 and since she'd been freed she'd had a string of strange and, to her, terrifying dreams. Her most recent dream involved her being among a sea of endless gray and similar faced people. Out of place and alone. Always compared to another but never measuring up and thus ignored. So much to the point that the one she was measured against out shined her and she was lost among the crowd as if never existing. This ended in her terrible awakening to also find that she was on the floor with the bedding scattered all over the place. She fixed the beds and almost afraid to go back to sleep she left the inn altogether for the forests. There she would train for hours and then return. Often in hopes of seeing Wolvinator. He was the only one she felt normal around. However afterwords she would always find herself back in the room for another night of restless sleep. Many nights later however she woke not in a sweat or panic but at peace. She'd a strange dream where a figure spoke to her and made her feel peaceful. She could not remember what it was the figure said but it's voice was constantly kind and calming. She quickly fell back asleep in hopes that the dream would return but every night there after she had the same dreams from before then. It was as if the dream had simply visited her and left without a word.
