He wakes up, finding himself in a massive cave, and looks around. [i]This place looks.....familiar.[/i] He looks at the gray walls, and shakes his head in confusion. [i]Where am I?[/i] He stands up, and hears whispers. "Hello? Is anyone there?" He walks towards the noise, and sees three tall, hooded figures whispering in the corner. "Where am...." He sees his reflection on a discarded shield, and sees a tall creature in full plate armor, with glowing hands.
	The face is shrouded in darkness, but the eyes glow. The terrible [i]eyes[/i]. Bright yellow, and slitted like a cat. He gasps, but it comes out as a sharp [i]hiss[/i]. He jerks awake, soaked in sweat. He lays there, eyes wide, breathing heavily. [i]What....what was that?[/i] He pushes himself up to his feet, and sees the weapons that he was supposed to get polished, lying in the dirt.
	[i]What just happened? Am I sick?[/i] He picks up the spear and shield, carefully places them on the table, and trudges off to the medical tent. He knocks on the tent pole, and uses the pole to hold himself up. [i]I need help. Magical help.[/i]