"Great, now I have to add being stomped to death to my list," Uriel said before even opening his eyes. The light was dimming and he feared that his regeneration may have taken too much time, but that wasn't the case. "What is this place?" He looked around, only to realize he was inside a cave, there was a campfire going and the smell of freshly cooked fish came out of it.
Then, a man whose presence Uriel didn't notice extended his arm towards him and he quickly blocked it completely out of instinct.
"Who are you?" Uriel glared at the man who had to be at least an ascended, since he was able to withstand his move without showing any pain whatsoever. The man remained silent and pulled back, then he turned his back on Uriel to pick one of the fishes and tarted eating it without showing any concern about Uriel's behavior. "Oh, right, you must be a local. You guys speak Spanish, right?" Uriel asked, but the man showed no signs of even understanding him.
