"You are finally up My Lord, may I suggest not moving your leg so much." A voice interrupted me from my side.
Turning around I saw the figure of a man in white coat walking towards me, the same one I had met in the carriage.
"Where is this place?" I questioned while steadying my leg.
"We arrived in Duskmire three days ago, My Lord." The doctor answered. "The treatment for your injuries was going to be especially painful, especially the ritual to regrow your leg, that's why we made sure you were sedated the entire time."
Duskmire? That was a city bordering the expanse under Valdrin territory.
"Your injuries were quite severe, My Lord, broken bones, stab wounds, flayed and burnt skin. It's truly a miracle that you even made it that far into Wastes without succumbing to your wounds."
"What about my new leg?" I questioned the doctor making him pause. "When can I use it like I would before."
