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Jarek's eyelids opened and bright blue light with wisps of blue smoke escaped his gaze as he sat up and propped his back against the headboard. His dreams were blurry shades of gray with images that were familiar too him but just out of reach. He turned his head and looked at Scarlet his forgotten wife as she was leaning forward he placed a cool hand on her bare shoulder and rubbed it, his wedding ring made out of ebony and sapphire glinted off the morning sunlight that entered through the window behind them. " Your dreams trouble you to much my love, remember them to be dreams as you enter them and they will cease to cause you pain." Jarek leans over and kisses her neck before climbing out of bed. He moves over to the corner of the room where on a chair his black-plate mail armor rests. As he begins to put on each piece he watches Scarlet through his unnatural eyes which can no longer express emotion but when he gazes upon her a smile touches the corner of his mouth. Just as he finishes putting on his plate gaunlets a knock on the bedroom door which can only be Rarr, moves Jarek to open it and let the servant werewolf inside with their morning tea.