The sound of the wind howling greeted Rezar when he woke up, the tent he was in was large and ornately designed, but even if wasn't strong enough to withstand the battering of the wind as its entire frame shook and flapped under the coaxing and battering of the wind. Rezar felt sluggish, his body was a little too heavy to move, so after struggling to get up, he was forced back down by a strong and steady hand, as the sounds of water trickling down a jug was heard, but he wasn't so sure it was water, the liquid was thick, viscous and it smelled really sweet.