Brian woke up with a groan, his head aching heavily.  He sat up slowly from where he lay on the floor of the maze, slowly opening his eyes, and rubbing them lightly to try and clear his vision.  He could see well enough with the fairly dim lighting that the torches around provided, he was very used to moving around at night where the lighting was even worse.<br/><br/>"Ugh, where am I?"  He groaned out gently, the fatigue thick in his voice.  He had spent the previous night drinking heavily in celebration of another successful mission with his small group of adventurers, and didn't remember much.  "This is the price I pay I guess..."  He muttered softly as he looked around more, but didn't see anything else around other than the corridor he was in.  He was very calm about the situation, obviously not the first time he had woken up someplace unfamiliar after a night of merriment.  He remained seated as he began to rummage around his pack.  Everything was still there, so he could rule out being attacked by bandits or something of the sort.  Even still, he unsheathed his weapons after he retrieved some of his dried beef to chew on and get something in his stomach to energize him before moving out.<br/><br/>He decided to head to his right down the corridor, moving slowly, his footsteps almost silent, his light, well cared for armor not making a sound as he moved either.  His eyes constantly scanned the area as he moved, looking for something, anything that might hint as to where he was, or even a marking that he might have left to help guide him out.  While it was a long shot, his drunken self had done so on a couple occasions.