The duke awoke with a jolt. He realized he was no longer in the forest or near the cliff as he looked around. He was in an old, run-down room. The walls were constructed of wood, and the bed he was laying in resembled a commoner's bed. With each movement he made, a creaking sound came from the bed. The room had a tiny fireplace, which gave it warm and cozy air. Then his gaze was drawn to the exterior of a little window on his left side. The sky has already taken on a crimson and orange color.
'It was probably dawn at this point.' As he clutched his head, the duke contemplated. His recollection of the previous events was vague. One of his knights had fallen down the cliff, which was the last thing he recalled. Shortly after that, he felt a searing ache in the back of his neck, and everything went dark.
