Waking up, Arthur was welcomed by a loud but gentle knock coming from his room door.
"Arthur Bellrock!"
Called an unfamiliar voice, echoing through his ears with a ring. His vision cleared and the bright moon's light forced him to squint when it hit his eyes. His sword was beside his bed in a new leather sheath that he hadn't seen before. But now wasn't the time for that, here was someone at the door.
His body hadn't completely healed, so his muscles were still aching from all the inhuman moves he pulled off when fighting off the Daxram. His eyes were sunken, and he felt dehydrated after going days without anything to eat. He had grown thin to a point where he could be picked up by the wind.
He groaned as he marched to the door
'It seems the effects of not eating for two days have started to kick in. I need to go eat something.'
