The cold chill of stone against his flesh is what greets the beastman upon his waking. His claws spread out reflexively on the hard surface, his last memory of being in fire and resting on earth making the sudden change shocking. A low growl finds it's way out from between his lips as he wakes with a snap, his body trying to come to attention on instinct. Unfortunately a combination of burns, open wounds, and smoke inhalation  keeps the beastman down, unable to get beyond being on his hands and knees. His eyes sting at the brightness surrounding him, the sun streaming through an open window shining right one him.

[i]'Where am I? What is this place?!'[/i] His growl continues, alerting the guards outside his cell a little way away that he's awake. As one runs off to tell the captain the other moves to into the beastman's line of sight. Shuraal, who had been staring at the window, blinking to try and clear his vision and realizing that the window is barred, snaps his attention over to the guard and lets out a long hiss. He is still very confused as to where he is and what's going on. He backs away slowly, still on all fours, and stares p at the man staring right back.

The man is quite curious over the prisoner, having never been so close to a beastman before. [i]'They usually keep to themselves, and those who do leave their groups live alone, or so I've heard. They say he saved a bunch of the villagers singlhandedly. Took on the raiders. . .'[/i] Despite this claim by the villagers, and the man's unequiped state, the guard keeps a firm hold on his spear, ever at attention should the nonhuman try and escape.

But escape isn't even on Shu's mind at the moment. Right now, all he wants is information. He swallows over and over, trying to get some moisture into his throat, however each time he does he flinches, the action making his throat sting. The hiss hadn't helped. After some deep breathing he manages to calm a bit, his tail brushing against the back wall of the cell. Slowly his lips fall over his fangs and he leans back into a sitting position, his claws still pressed into the stone floor. [i]'I need to stop, to think. This can't be the raiders'[/i] He begins reasoning with himself, looking the guard over carefully, making him uncomfortable though the armed man would never admit it.

[i]'The raiders would not take prisoners. They don't do that. The only place even remotely related to them that would have a stone cell like this is miles and miles away, and I would have been forcibly woken up and tortured. . .No, this, this must be. . .'[/i] He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind, once hand coming up to clutch the side of his head. It's all too much right now. He knows he must be somewhere related to the villagers he helped. . .'[/i] His eyes snap open. Looking up once more at the guard he croaks out, “The villagers, the children, they, they are *cough* safe?!” His eyes are intense and his voice, despite it's roughness, sounds honestly worried.