Boom! The blast awoke the tall red man from his slumber. In the window he could see black smoke coming from the building opposite. It took him a few moments to regain his vision from the blur of sleep. His head was pounding as if an angry rancor took it upon itself to pound his brain. "The last time I party at a night time." the man said, trying to get his barings. He cursed as he put on his boots. He had just about finished putting on his robes when armed guards burst into his bed chamber. "Lord Targath!" The young, blood and burnt stained human male bellowed. "And my personal guard?"