SNAKE-EYED.

He had only meant to shut his eyes for a brief moment.

That singular moment, however fleeting it was in his own view, was far longer than expected; what was originally planned to be a short respite had now become something akin to a nap taken after one had been dead upon their laurels for seven marches, and seven more to boast. Unfortunately, Lando’s self-determined nap-time just so happened to fall within a rather inconvenient time; eyes closed, head hung low, arms - ones crossed in an insouciant manner - lie draped across his breast... He was the picture of an unprepared soldier sneaking in a nap. 

To his own dismay, that exact moment was when Alm - leader of this army, he who had so humbly allowed the mercenary to join in their crusade - passed him by. Something struck deep within Lando’s being, jolting him awake, quite nearly toppling him over onto the ground. 

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