Dainerim groaned as he woke up to a fealing that was very similar to having his head banged against iron a hundred times. 
He remembered fighting the dragon before waking up somewhere, on a small clearing in a nearby forest, with trees looming taller. Than him. That thought however, brought him to think about Zaernoth
Dainerim regreted ever moving forwards to face Zaernoth. The black dragon hadn't been so friendly, far from it indeed. With  tail and a vicious flap of it's wings, he had been crushed against the wall into a barely recognized mess.
Unsheathing his dagger, he stabbed at it's wings and with a roar, it tossed him into it's mouth and swallowd him hole. Not before he cut it's tongue with his frost sword, he made sure. It hadn't crunched him, he still had a bit of strength left.
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The fight had been brief and it was clear the dragon had been stronger than him by a billion times. He had lost his daierin, which was a fire sword that could defeat the strongest fire crafted from the previous dragon lord's heart which held most of the fire it possessed. 
He was surprised to find his wounds gone, but better not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he guessed
As he stood up again, he remembered where he was and glanced around calmly. He hadn't been happy the last time his soul had been tugged to another area, another place.
But really, who cared? He would either die horably, get mangled somehow, or have some sort of thing happen to him.
Stumbling as his heavy weight forced him down, he looked inside the large bag oddly hanging from his arms and banging against his stomach uncomfortably,, he saw his daierin, food, water, a peace of paper, and several other bags that held his armors and weaponry
Willing for his daierin to get lighter, he felt better as the bag got noticeably lighter. The fire wouldn't be activated until he willed it, but with a strong enough wind or a strong enough jet of water, it would extinguish.
 
As he stood up and started scouting the area, he noticed a large boar charging through the area towards a panicked looking short person that yelled as he saw him.
Going still, he moved as close as he dared to the boar and put his daierin right into it's back.
It grunted, falling back and slamming him to the ground. With a small grunt, he rolled to the side and stood up	
As the short man looked at him, he asked guardedly, "Is there a nearby town?"