Wardes woke up. He tried to get up and frowned. Wondering, he looked at the bandage that was rolled up around his body. Where am I? I am sure I was hit by the magic from the flying machine that Gandálfr piloted and lost consciousness. He looked around. It was a plain room with a wooden floor and walls, a bed and one desk. There was a pendant on the desk, which he hung around his neck. Seeing a pitcher, he reached out for it. But he could not reach it, as his body still ached all over. At that moment, the door opened up and he saw a familiar face. “Oh, you've regained consciousness.” “Tch..” “Dog?”