Cynraede sat up in bed and looked about the room, sweat pouring from his body as if he was sitting in a furnace. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind of the devilish nightmares that haunted his dreams, taking a deep breath and looking around the room.
He felt a string around his neck, looking down at the strange stone around his neck. It appeared familiar to him but he could not remember where he had seen it. He held it in his hand for a moment, trying to read the inscription but found it of no use, he could not read dwarvish, much less read at all.
He noted the water and half a loaf of bread that sat upon a plate, taking up the water and drinking it slowly as to not make himself sick. His mouth had been parched since he had returned, but wasn't sure why. He looked down, his fingers still dirtied with the dirt and mud from the cave. He let a relaxed sigh escape his lungs as he laid back down, staring at the ceiling.
Cynraede looked over at the pair of crutches that laid up against the wall as he smiled widely. His legs where beaten, and bruised. Seemingly broken, but it was hard to tell with the way his whole body looked. He reached over, taking them up and trying to stand up on them.
He laughed and smiled widely, realizing he could now get around. He headed for the door, when he noted he only wore light cloth pants. Turning around to fetch his shirt and shoes before continuing on. He slid the shirt on, and carefully tied his boots as to not hurt his legs any more. He stood and once more rested upon his crutches, making his way to the door.
