After sleeping for over 15 hours, the old man woke up. It was dawn.
He tried and tried, but found himself unable to go back to sleep.
The old man had slept for longer than he had in a long time. Still, he did not feel any better or any more energized than he had the previous day.
He stared at the ceiling absent-mindedly. Or rather, he tried his best to keep his mind from thinking.
Failing to do so, he settled on a particular individual to think about. The old man thought it could give him answers. Perhaps THE answer.
'Zino...'
Strangely, it was the General of Wrath about whom he wanted to think. The General who nearly took his life. The General against whom he had so obviously, wet painlessly, lost.
'That loss was different... Different than against that Commander.'
The Commander in question was Ani, the red-haired Orcish Fiend. She hadn't shared her name with the old man. Instead, insisting that he remembers another's name. Lin.
