Well into the night, Michael awakens, his eyes slowly opening. He feels a strong amount of pain coming from his right wrist and when he checks it, he sees that it's swollen and broken. The events of what happened not very long come creeping back into his mind, and he's ashamed of what could have happened if Jaquel hadn't been there. "...I need to get this dragon under control..." He mutters to himself as he steps outside the tavern to get some fresh air, the cool night wind doing wonders for his aching body and swollen wrist. "Ugh..gods, did he really have to break my wrist...No matter. I'll patch it up later.." He complains to himself as he wanders the town of Rondorio, the place seeming to be such a ghost town at night.