Urist blinked, entirely befuddled by this turn of events.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>He got up in a feat of strength, flipping the very bed he was tied to onto its side, and surveyed the room, found where his knife-filled boot had fallen, and walked to it, slowly dragging the bedframe behind him, with a noise somewhat like a very large snake moving.<br/><br/>"Brewer, I needs m' a drink t' clear m' head. What's goin' on?"