Jinx sipped at his tea, it was a dark, rich blend as he preferred, but still a little too hot to drink at the moment. He sat back taking in his surroundings and enjoying the pleasant company of his new companions. Has his mind began to drift he couldn’t help sail quit a ways backwards in time and was suddenly confronted with not just the memory but a skewed vision of the past. It was the changeling Nanodan’s gladiator pit, a very bloody battle taking place. The howls and lust of the crowd nearly overtook the massive spectacle taking place in the ring below. At least thirty or more gladiators were still standing. Suddenly Jinx was confronted with a terrifying image.
It was a Myrmidon in leather pants and a kind of make-shift gladiatorial body armor and a helmet with face mask. He was covered in the blood of the slaughtered and approached a wounded man kneeling on the ground, ready to black out. The Myrmidon approached the man removing his helmet. Jinx was confronted with his own visage except the eyes were completely a maroon color with a savage glow for pupils. The dream Jinx, with out a second thought, closed in on the man and ripped out his throat with a bare hand letting out an animalistic howl, the volume of the rising in time with the howl. The screams of the dieing, warriors, and the crowd filled Jinx’s head until he began to open his own mouth painfully as his muscles were clenched. As if in a dream he attempted to scream but let out only a slight whimper. Waking from the half dream off balance Jinx almost knocked himself off the chair, but righted himself just in time.
Jinx shook his head momentarily, and took a long gulp of his tea. “My apologies, I sometimes have waking dreams.”
Jinx smiled at the two feeling rather awkward at the moment as he wasn’t used to exposing himself personally to strangers. However, he felt strangely comfortable around Roos and Carniku. Thus fair they’d been very friendly.