The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Gamboge Reaver]

A man stirred in the crustiest, old booth bench in the bar. The commotion was always what caused odd dreams for Zod, and the one happening right now caused one of his old ones to come out.

He was sitting in a chair surrounded by a magical forest. Tall, redish trees grew around him limiting his vision to around twenty meters, but he could feel how large the area was. The ground was a mess of dirt and twigs, and a slight fog filled the air. Tension rose as Zod looked around the area. Something was looking to get him.

The fog deepened. Zod's ability to see dimmed and he began to panic. Attempting to get up, he quickly found he was tied down to the flood. Panic rushed at poor Gamboge as the fog got quicker still. The ground began to rumble. Pressure built up and Zod let our a grunt of terror.

A man heard an unearthly flow of gas coming from some figure sitting in a booth bench. He wrinked his nose and walked away from the foul smell.

Zod smiled in his sleep and rolled over.

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