Kaleed's eyes snapped open. All at once, the pains and throbbing of the beating he had taken hit him.<br/><br/>With a groan, he rolled off the bed onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Air whooshed in and out of his nostirls, slowly becoming calm and even.<br/><br/>From downstairs, he heard no signs of battle.<br/><br/>Craning his neck around around, he inspected the room he was in. Filled with mostly beds, it seemed like a normal sleeping quarters. It was rather plain he thought.<br/><br/>Shuffling down the length of the room, he exited through a door, and found himself at the top of a set of stairs. Bracing himself on a rail, he shuffled down the steps, coming to another room where a small girl sat at the feet an old man, sobbing uncontrollably. He hesitated at the entrance  of the room. The sounds he could hear coming from the far door told him that was where the battle had taken place, and they had brought him to the bed to recover.<br/><br/>He leaned on the wall next to the bottom of the stairs, slowly breathing in and out, he was already exhausted from the short trek down the stairs. Trying to look non-hostile as possible, he shuffled forward, favoring his left side where he was pretty sure he cracked some ribs.