Lucen woke up and opened his eyes. The very second he opened his eyes, someone's face was close to his. Lucen was surprised and was about to attack, but he stopped himself as he quickly realized who the other person was.
"What is it, Robert?" Lucen pushed Robert aside as he tried to sit on the bed.
His mind lagged behind his body, thoughts slow and unfocused, as if someone had wrapped his consciousness in wool. A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes, not sharp enough to incapacitate him, but persistent enough to make every movement feel a half-step delayed.
Robert, unaware or simply not caring about Lucen's current conditions, spoke out. "It's first light already. Shouldn't we go and meet that dwarf already? We need to learn more about the rune engravings that dwarves use. How was he able to-"
Robert's voice trailed off in Lucen's ears as the other party kept on going on and on about rune engravings and dwarves' racial ability of sensing minerals.
