There was a buzzing in his ear. Low sounding whispers plagued his hearing perception. The monotonous mumbles felt like drums banging on his head, becoming more apparent as it went on. Finally, the murmurs slowly became more audible. He could hear distinct voices of people, his people. The people he left behind and perished.
"Brother Urfaal! Brother Urfaal!" He felt tiny hands pushing against his face. "Brother Urfaal wake up! We're going for the hunt!"
"Sarador, it's too early!" He tried to swipe the hand from his face, but nothing was there.
The beastman opened his eyes and saw the clear blue sky framed on the small opening of the tent. He looked around and saw no one but him inside the cold small space of the tent.
