Commander Braghaman Larethian

Chasing Thoughts, Making Plans

Braghaman woke from a deep sleep, not with a start but rather eased into consciousness. The room was still dark and there was a slight chill from the season in the room, but nothing seemed out of place. Slowly he opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to see the rest of the bedroom.

Niviene was still asleep, curled next to him and holding his arm. Bragh could hear her slow, regular breathing and was comforted that he had not woken her. Closing his eyes, the paladin took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

It had been a busy, tiring week. The trainees took time as they always did. In addition to their normal training was an incident involving a pair of skeletons that had wandered too close to town for anyone’s comfort. After that, there was the work he was trying to oversee on their new home. It would be done very soon, and he was pleased with how things looked. And of course there was the cherished time spent with the family.  But all of that had taken its toll on the paladin.

Braghaman failed to stifle a yawn, feeling his jaw crack slightly as it stretched wide. Hearing a murmur next to him, Bragh froze in place and waited to make sure he had not accidentally woken his wife. After a few more moments, he let his breath out slowly again and carefully slid out from under the covers. Careful with his footsteps, he moved across the bedroom and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Eventually, his steps found him in the living room. The paladin moved around the sofa and sank into it.

Bragh sat quietly in the dark, letting his mind roam where it would. Moonlight snuck into the room between the curtains, giving everything a soft glow. As the paladin’s eyes glanced around the room, they settled on the papers sitting on his desk across the room.

He thought about getting up and going to the papers but eventually decided against it. He knew exactly what was sitting on the top of the stack, the letter he’d been working on for the last couple of days. He knew exactly what the conversation was that he needed to have in regards to that letter, as well. Bragh did not get up. He simply leaned back and rubbed his hands over his unshaven face and thought through all the different versions of that conversation that could happen. 

Soon enough, the moonlight was replaced with the light of early morning.