In his visions, Krailoss did everything to the fairies he could only dream of, and even more.
As the visions began to fade, the legionnaire returned to the real world and felt something poking him.
Hey! What are you doing lying around here? - asked Krailoss, an old, toothless, hunched-over man, poking him with a stick. - Are you a drug addict? Get out of here! Or I'll call the guards!
-Huh? What? Sorry, old man. I'm just tired, so I rested a bit. - the mercenary smiled friendly. - I'm leaving now.