Weak from the lack of food and water, Dustin was easily moved without much effort. He looked up at the man who carried him away from the priest and saw a blur due to his delusional state of mind. "Where am I?" He uttered quietly. He heard little of what the priest and knight had to say. He heard talk of rebuilding and his father. "Where is my father...?" He groaned. The knight seemed to be familiar in some way to Dustin, but he couldn't place him.<br/><br/>Dustin knew little of what became to the rest of the town. The smell of burnt flesh and charred wood filled the air amongst them, but Dustin ignored it out of grief. He wouldn't realize the extent of the damage until they stepped outside.<br/><br/>Dustin suddenly felt the cool, wet water flush his face and he awoke out of his delusional state. He gasped and coughed a few times before he could speak. He looked around and to the Knight who had helped him awake and rubbed his eyes with his bloodied hands. "Who are you?" Dustin asked as he sat up groaning from the pain in his stomach. He saw the food and water next to them but didn't reach for it in fear of being yelled at by the knight.