Ash's eyes fluttered open, the darkness slowly giving way to dim, flickering candlelight.
He sat up, blinking, his mind groggy and hazy.
"Where am I?" he wondered, rubbing his head. The last thing he could remember was the blinding light in the adventurer's camp, and then…nothing.
Slowly, Ash rose to his feet, taking in his surroundings.
Ash's gaze swept across the room, taking in the dusty, wooden shelves and the pile of musty, ancient tomes scattered across the floor.
In the flickering candlelight, the room looked more like a storage chamber than anything else, with shelves overflowing with books, scrolls, and strange artifacts, their contents almost completely obscured by a layer of grime and dust.
The musty air was still, the only sounds the occasional rustle of paper or the creak of wood as Ash shifted his weight.
