Anon's house.

The rain was truly coming down now and Anon had to find shelter, he didn't care as long as he had cover. In the distance he thought he spotted a house so he rushed over to it, cold water spraying his face. But what he came across what only a ruin.
The house would have been grand, several meters in each direction and about three stories tall. Made from native forest wood and stone mined from the Underground, it held a magical atmosphere.Anon found a small bedroom in a collapsed section of the house. The bed was remarkably clan for a house the Anon guessed was destroyed over a hundreds years ago. He didn't care. H took off his cloak, shoes and chain mail, leaving his pants shirt and gauntlet on, just in case.
He wrapped himself in the covers and soundlessly drifted off to sleep, with the rain the only noise in the sound scape.

Anon woke up groggy, it was again the middle of the night. He had slept straight through the day.
"Time to go out". He quickly got dressed and departed into the lonely night.

Anon fell quickly back to sleep. Somehow, he know something important had happened.

With the wood he had retrieved from the glade, Anon set about repairing the house to it's former glory. He fixed the floor, walls and roof of his bedroom and started on a hallway outside before he ran out of timber.

Too many question were swirling around his head, so he just went straight to bed. He unrolled the picture Amelia had given him of the two of them and hung in on the wall.
"Soon, I wish but It's still not safe enough."
He fell asleep wondering what the future will be.

Anon got up and already something struck him as odd. There was something in the air, something that made him anxious about the future. He didn't know what was going on in the village, but he thought it was time he and Amelia moved on to the next town.
He equipped his weapons, got dressed and strode out the day, determined to take his little girl away from here.

He hurried home and collected his potions. After a few minutes of mixing health potions and spiritual water, he got what he needed and he left the house again.

Anon didn't much care how he got home, he only remembers a giant cat carefully placing him in bed.
"That's just stupid." Anon said as he rolled over and dreamed of saving Amelia again.

5 days. Anon slept straight for five days. He was slow to wake but he was up at his regular time.
"Damn, being dead takes alot out of you." Anon got dressed in some spare clothes and looked over his destroyed cloak and armor.
"Of course, I'm going to need to get these repaired."
Anon placed them in a small bag and strapped it to his back. He placed the undamaged hood to cover his face and ventured outside.
As Anon reached the outside, he could see an Eagle staring at him from the rotting fence. That's when it clicked.
"He's back in town. About time, I need his help."
Anon left for the middle of the town.

Anon carefully entered his home and when he saw that the men had left in a hurry days ago, he relaxed. He moved the furniture back into position carefully entered his room and disarmed his traps. He took off his armor and weapons and fell asleep, mumbling more than once the name "Serena."

Anon fell asleep thinking of Serena again and how that was completely out of character for her... unless she really did feel for Anon.
And this business with the blue pendent, now that Serena had it, it could make her a target.
Anon vowed to be stronger for her sake.