I rose with a start.
I woke not because of the noise of the city. I woke because of the silence.
I dressed and left my room. There was no one in the halls. I went to the kitchen, always a hob of activity. There was no one. I thought the fires banked, but realized that every one of the kitchen fires were out. The food was still in the drawers. No meat was delivered. I walked out the door into the gardens. The plants danced in the breeze, but no one was to be found.
I walked on to the streets. They were deserted.
I started running. I wanted. No, I needed to find someone else. Anyone else.
I entered a random public house. No customers, no pubman. No servers. No fires. No meat roasting on the pit.
For a moment I just sat at the empty hearth, grief stricken.
I ran from the pub. I called out for anyone.
From all evidence there was not another Narn in the whole of Vas’Noth.
At this point, I would even have been comforted by a corpse. Any evidence at all that I was not alone in the universe.
I ran until I could run no further. I walked on. There were no children playing in the street. There were no shops open. No wagons.
The market place was empty. The breeze caught the fabric of a tent and I watched it sadly.
I was alone. I felt the emptiness of Vas’Noth as an overwhelming absence. Never in my life had I ever felt such desolation.
And then I woke up.