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Aleric felt the crack of the lash on his back. Over and over it struck, and after what seemed like hours, his tormentor became bored. They decided to pick up a hot poker, but he had no idea what was coming until he felt it stabbed into his flesh, making his neurons flare and his nerve endings scream until he blacked out - He awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat, unsure the day, or even his current location.

He realized that it had all been a nightmare, a flashback.

His tent looked like an alien world in the mid-morning gloom. He had received many gifts from well-wishers over the past week, most of which were just small trinkets or choice goods, all of which he accepted graciously. However, one of his favorites was a beautifully embroidered sword belt that had been made for him by a local weaver.

He looked up, having been awoken by the flapping the his tent's entrance, and there stood one Gnaeus Flavinius