As always, if one were to ignore the firestorm and controversy raging beyond the usually safe confines of the dungeon space, then once again, it could be said that it was a bright, peaceful day filled with endless possibilities.
So endless, in fact, that on a bed far simpler yet infinitely more comfortable than what most elite nobles ever slept on, one very young official who'd recently become the center of discussion throughout the Empire lay flat on his stomach, having what had started as a perfectly ordinary dream.
Just like the many dreams before it, he found himself walking toward the medical bay.
While he couldn't see it, he figured he likely had a familiar basket of honeyed treats in his hands. After all, if he was going where he thought he was going, then he couldn't possibly forget about it.
There was the scenic route he always took. There were no rigid hallways or sterile corridors here, only open skies, fresh air, and nature stretching as far as the eye could see.
