You're sitting quietly on the grass in the field behind the base, the noise from outside growls and screams that you just needed to relax in silence enjoying the stars and the night.

A quiet wind sways the branches of the trees above you, gently stroking your feet with cool grass. Calm and cozy, what you need after a hard day filled with fuss. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and suddenly you hear the flapping of soft wings. When you open your eye, you see John. Price was a dracolich, but he was lucky to keep a more human appearance apart from the dragon wings on his back and powerful claws on his hands.

"Hello. You're resting, aren't you?" he asks, standing next to you.