Tyler sat at his desk inside the barracks of the barracks of the first cohort. The desk itself was littered with books and scrolls at all had to with dream related myths. Gods...Goddesses...monsters they were all in there. Tyler was certain that the answer he was looking for was somewhere among the pages. Leaning back in his chair he rubs his eyes. Looking to the clock on the wall he was shocked by the time. He had been at it for hours and had long missed dinner. Time to stretch my legs a bit.

Making his way towards the door stopped and looked at the two centurion rooms. Where were they? He had sent for Grace back when the attack had sent for Grace. As for the other Centurion Tyler hadn’t seen him in weeks. The First needed solid leadership, especially in times like this. Tyler wasn’t one to start trouble but unfortunately he didn’t see another way around it. If his Centurions did not get in touch with him by tomorrow after breakfast he was going to seek out the Praetors about replacing them.

Having stretched his legs with a quick walk around the barracks he opened the front door and returned to his desk to continue his research.