He was a quiet man by nature, one whom never really opened up, never shared his troubles, fears and pains.  As such, his dreams were rarely pleasant.  Were never pleasant.  Unconscious, wounded, and his last thoughts ones of global disaster due to his own failure, his dreams were not exactly promising to begin with.<br/><br/>His worst memories lurked in the shadowy corners that formed during his months of captivity and torture.  Dark sorceries had warped his perception of reality, practicing dark rituals or twisted medical sciences on his flesh.  And when that dark-hearted Wizard was too distracted to play with his toy, he was thrown to the Orcs for their own entertainment, forced to fight, or at least to try and fight weakened and broken as he was.<br/><br/>In the real world, he had eventually been freed, had taken that bastard's head himself.  But, in his nightmares, those months of torture had continued endlessly, always on the cusp of death yet never taken into it's cold embrace.<br/><br/>Sometime during those nightmares though, there had been some sort of presence.  The dreams had quieted, had ended and he was left in blissful silence, untouched by those dark memories.  A presence, cold and distance yet...there was something about it.  Curiousity, perhaps, not quite comforting but certainly not threatening.<br/><br/>He slept for hours...just when he went from being unconscious, a scant hair's width from death, to sleeping was anyone's guess.  Hours passed before he started to come around, shifting slightly.  His eyes opened slowly, fading in and out of awareness over the course of hours, until finally he was staring up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to realize he was not where he last remembered.  He doubted he had died; as he understood it, those who believed in an after life generally accepted that, unless you had been particularly terrible in your life, that the life after death was without pain.  His brow furrowed slightly, both in confusion and to fight off a brief sense of vertigo, and then he finally tried turning his head to judge his surroundings.