Arya quickly sat up in bed. She had that same bloody dream that she has had every night that she can remember. She reached over and grabbed a rag to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. She slowly got out of her bed and grabbed a black tunic to throw over her underclothes, a usual style that she wore often. She buckled her belt on that had her sheathed sword attached to it. She walked out of her room and slowly made her way down the hallways into the abbey grounds where she sat on the grass for a little while just listening to the silence of the night.
OOC: for Saron and Arya only