When Ean opened his eyes, he was on his back staring up into a hazy mist. How did he get on his back? "Get up, you idiot!" Hands grasped what was left of his shirt. The right half was completely gone. That seemed strange. The crisscrossing runes on his right side were glowing faintly, casting light around him. When the hands forced him to sit up, a flash of pain went through his head, scattering his thoughts. He brought his hand to his temple and felt wetness. Was it raining? When he lowered his hand, it came back red. Was rain in the Deadlands a dark red? His head felt all muddled. So many questions...Ean tried to grasp for at least one but was rattled more as he was lifted up onto his feet. "If I have to carry you, I swear by the Abyss, I will never let you live it down." That voice. Azalea. She was helping him up. That was nice of her. There were other sounds too. People yelling. Should he be worried?
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