[ By the time Aymeric returns to the quarters that have been provided to him, as an Alliance leader, it is late in the evening and he wishes for nothing more but to retire and rest while he still can.
He pauses at the doorway to his designated room, as if wondering where the Warriors of Light presently are. He shakes his head at that thought, because they surely need their rest as well, and he would not dare bother them, not this night.
And so, armed with that thought, he opens the door and steps inside, but before he closes the door behind him, he turns back long enough to look outside at the clouds forming in the sky above him.
It seems as though rain is coming, and perhaps it might even turn into a storm. It seems fitting, on the eve of what will surely be a great and monumental battle. He lingers there for a few moments more before he finally closes the door, turning from it and stepping back inside the room. ]
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He pauses at the doorway to his designated room, as if wondering where the Warriors of Light presently are. He shakes his head at that thought, because they surely need their rest as well, and he would not dare bother them, not this night.
And so, armed with that thought, he opens the door and steps inside, but before he closes the door behind him, he turns back long enough to look outside at the clouds forming in the sky above him.
It seems as though rain is coming, and perhaps it might even turn into a storm. It seems fitting, on the eve of what will surely be a great and monumental battle. He lingers there for a few moments more before he finally closes the door, turning from it and stepping back inside the room. ]