Luke's mind could not comprehend where he was. The sun doesn't set, but he knows it's been a few days, his internal clock tells him so.
And this was driving him insane, coupled with the fact that he had no magic at all. At least he's getting fed, once every day, vegetarian meals. 'I miss Tim so bad... I want to eat something other than veggies...'
He was completely both physically and mentally exhausted after walking a few miles. He laid on the cold hard ground and looked at the day sky.
He couldn't sleep properly as he wasn't used to it, so he closed his eyes hoping to sleep like he's always done.
He hears a swift sound and opens his eyes to see a falcon beastman flying at him. He dodged and the beastman crashed to the ground breaking it. "Tasty human flesh... It's been so long," the beastman said.
He looked like a person who belonged in a mental asylum with feathered bird wings and bird-like feet with large-looking talons.
