At first, he felt only warm, and comfortable. He was so incredibly tired. Even as the barest hint of thought began to stir within the Ranger's mind, he shied away from it. He craved only a return to the blessed oblivion he'd been in. Then, as he became slowly more aware, the pain returned, and he wished more and more for the curshing oblivion. He couldn't find his lips to form a scream, couldn't manage to move at all. He simply lay there, pain so sharp and hot he was sure his skull must have been split open.<br/><br/>The first sense to return to him was hearing. He was dimly, distantly aware that there were sounds around him. He couldn't even bring himself to try and understand what they meant. He only wished that they would stop, as it made his head hurt worse.<br/><br/>Following the sense of hearing, he regained his sense of touch. He could feel his body once more, and knew that he was lying flat, and incredibly warm and comfortable, but for the pain. Soft material covered his entire body up to the shoulders, and his head rested on something soft.<br/><br/>Finally, memory returned to him and he jolted with shock. The memory of his cabin the night before returned to him and he tried to remember what he'd done. He'd sat down with a drink to watch the fire... he'd started to feel tired... then... He couldn't remember. It was all black.<br/><br/>At last, he tried to open his eyes. It was hard to do, and he almost gave up. After a couple tries, he managed to peel one eye open partially. He saw a strange sight before his eyes. Wood, and wax, and.... oh, it was the rafters, and the candle adorned chandelier. It took him a minute to place the view with a memory, and realize he was in the guest chambers off of the main chambers of Lord Farwulf's apartment.<br/><br/>This realization was confusing enough that he peeled the other eye open and tried to sit up. A groan escaped his lips as his head swam with a dizzy spell and he sank back onto the pillow and shut his eyes again, groaning once more.