When Emery awoken, morning had already arrived. Emery groggily found himself to still be in the camp, outside of the abandoned house chained to a tree, before his blurred gaze fell on the knights breaking down the large tent and putting out the campfire, getting ready to leave. As his mind became clearer, the image of Morgana being pointed at by a sword flashed in his mind. He searched around however, there were no signs of her. Where was she? What happened to her?
Unconsciously, he tried to stand up and find her. But then, a figure stood before him, blocking his sight of the camp and the dazzling sun. The figure said, "You have awoken, my dear young wizard."
Emery knew that this voice belonged to the old knight. Memories of everything that had happened last night roused his returning sense as he demanded, "Where is she! What did you do to her!"
