“Oh no, you don’t!”
Iarion’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Barlo’s slurred voice. He rolled away just in time to avoid the dwarf’s fist as it hammered into the pillow with a dull thump in the darkness. Iarion pressed himself against the wall as Barlo thrashed at what Iarion assumed were imaginary enemies threatening him in his dreams. He considered trying to wake him, but he suspected startling Barlo would only make matters worse. If only Barlo hadn’t landed on the far side of the bed...
Barlo’s flailing limbs began to slow.
“Ha! That’ll teach you to mess with Barlo the Brave!” His words devolved into an indecipherable, Dwarvish mutter as he lowered his clenched fists.
Iarion allowed himself to relax back onto his pillow. Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn’t have been a
