Branded-Nation

It was the dead of night. everyone was asleep. Except for Soren, the tactitian of Ike's mercenaries. he was reading one of his many thick books. The sole source of light was a single candle that was burning low. Soren's carmine eyes seemed to glow in the dim candlelight as he pored over his books. someone was behind him. "all right, Who's breathing down my neck?" said Soren, irritated. He turned around to find Mist, wearing a housecoat and gray bunny slippers that had not been gray originally. "what are you doing up?" asked Soren. "I can't sleep" said Mist. "well pretend to" said Soren, getting back to his book. "do you want