Brutus didn't feel a whole lot after the trauma to his face. After a bash like that with such a sturdy display of steel, he was lucky the only thing he was losing was consciousness. The fact that his skull wasn't fractured at all was beyond luck, if there was anything he regretted while he was fading in and out it was that he shouldn't have let anyone get the jump on him. His memories were very cloudy, he remembered hitting the ground and hearing a ringing sound in his ears. All he could remember that were little pockets of memories, so to speak. He remembered the ground vibrating harshly. And he remembered hearing yelling, and orders being barked to some soldiers. Other than that, he couldn't place the events together correctly. All he could know for sure was that he survived, and that in itself was a miracle.<br/><br/>He awoke at some point he couldn't identify. He couldn't even tell the time of day at first, he was in a hut it seemed. He was slow to open his eyes and gain consciousness once more. The first thing to come to their senses was the soreness and the second thing was the pain. He didn't have to look to be able to tell that the arrows had been removed from him. The pain was a lot less sharp than he'd expected though, whoever brought him to where he was had dulled it somehow. It was better to be expected, except for the intense soreness in his face, there was nothing that was going to be able to be done about that. The first sound he made before opening his eyes was a grunt of pain. As he opened up his eyes, there was one woman with black hair looking down at him. She was beautiful, but that hadn't registered in his mind. He was more alarmed at the moment.<br/><br/>It seemed there were several other women in the room, the best he could tell is that he was getting late. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he had a million questions. "Where am I, what kingdom is this?" He asked, almost sounding weakly at first, but he cleared his throat and managed to speak more clearly. "I mean. Thank you, for the kindness, I can't express how grateful I am." He said, he hadn't exactly felt the most urgent to express manners, but in the end decided he was in debt, it was the least he could do for the moment. He took a moment to examine himself, his arrow wounds had been treated, even patched. He doubted he'd bleed out from them, but infection was a whole other story. And travelling with arrow wounds untreated would have been more painful than he could have imagined.<br/><br/>"What time is it?" He asked, trying to sit up. It was a painful transition, but he managed with just a grunt. He didn't recognize the place, but he hadn't always been visiting other towns. Maybe this was part of the Boverth Kingdom. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it wasn't a part of any kingdom, just a settlement. He had fear in presenting where he was from, the last thing he needed was a knife in him from the people who took arrows from him. "What happened? Who rescued me?" He started taking more calm breaths afterwards, finally getting it fully together. "Who are you?" He asked the woman next to him in the black dress.