"Sir Trex… Sir Trex!"
As the woman sat in the bustling pub, she gently nudged Trex, her senior counterpart in the art of suaveness and charm, coaxing him awake..
After shaking Trex from his chair, he woke up from his reverie as his eyes appeared wobbly and unfocused.
"Sleeping in a pub, really? Just what's gotten into you these last few days?" The woman worriedly spoke, "And just so you know, you are sweating a lot?"
Trex gingerly pressed his fingers to his forehead, detecting a bead of sweat clinging to his palm. His hands were clammy, and a sheen of perspiration had thoroughly soaked his back, creating an uncomfortable sensation.
In that instant, he realized that he had a nightmare.
'A nightmare?'
Why would he have a nightmare when after the mission in the Dreaded Swamps, he received an enormous amount of benefits from one of the Ten Families, the Oconnel Family, which made his family a subsidiary one?
