Lied was asleep. He had a rather unpleasant dream as well. He imagined what it would have been like if Desmond hadn't taken him in.
If Lied did not get the money, he would be crawling the streets or basically living in the Adventurers Hall. Injured, he would not be able to get much of a chance to accept missions.
He might have died a week ago.
Lied opened his eyes. Not that he was woken up or shaken, it was just purely by instinct. He blinked a few times, the cackling fireplace in the background. The fire was just about to die down, and from the looks of it, Patricia was fine and still asleep.
Lied rubbed his eyes and stretched. He let out a long yawn before standing up, feeling terrible after a bad night's sleep. He walked to Patricia and tried poking her awake.
