Lost in Mystic.

[Christian Dominic]

The hearth crackled, giving off a blazing glow on a figure laying on the couch in the Mystic Tavern - slightly curled. The place was empty, being so late in the night, so he had no disturbances. Aside from one, but that wasn't physical. No, the slightly curled figure was sweating at the brow - seeing odd images in a dream. People he did not know, though the faces were silhoutted - they always were. He turned, writhed, then fell still once more; heart pounding against his chest. His brown eyes shot opened, his pale tan skin covered in a thin layer of sweat and breathing abnormally. The dream left him with a feeling of regret, a complete feeling of despair.... he didn't understand it.

He sat up with a soft groan, his muscles felt so stiff, and his head was hurting him. He felt dehydrated and blinked as he let his eyes go to the bar; standing to his slick shoes. His suit was wrinkled from excessive use - having no clothing here. He pours himself a glass of apple juice, gulping it down until it was mostly gone, setting the glass down with a sigh. His strange dream left him with a feeling of forboding and tried not to think on it, maybe these dreams simply meant he isn't use to this realm. His mind's way of adjusting.