Ahhh... my head, f*ck, it's hurting like hell..."
In a small but cosy, and comforting warmth-filled room, Ash cracked open his eyes while moaning from pain. The first thing he registered was the sharp pain that lanced through his head like someone's relentless hammering against his skull, as he reached up to touch it, surprisingly, his hand met the scratchy texture of bandages. This jolted him fully awake. Because according to his fuzzy memories, there shouldn't be any bandages...
He scanned his surroundings. The room was small but charmingly comfortable. A comfortable single bed dominated the space, flanked by a table and chairs. A bookshelf crammed with a variety of trinkets and a few dozen books stood in one corner, which can be considered a very luxurious and unique sight in this Woodworth town where finding a book is more difficult than finding a wizard or witch walking on the road.
