Slowly lifting his head and trying his best to recall what was going on and where he was, Vukan's vision took a distorted form, regardless of how hard he tried to get it focused.
"Oliver", he called out, taking in deep breaths and exhaling subtly.
"He is awake", someone said, prompting Vukan to lift up his head in hopes of ascertaining where he was.
He looked to his left and two huge frames slowly began to approach before more light shone into his eyes and granted him better vision. The figures were unmistakable, after all, he had tussled with them some moments before everything went black.
"You knocked your head pretty bad while trying to haggle with us, buddy", one of the men said before leaning closer to look into Vukan's face.
Vukan parted his eyelids properly, watched his surroundings grow brighter and the room he was in, become more visible.
"What in the heavens is going on?" he asked himself while his lips remained sealed.
