He was groggy,  his muscles felt sapped of all of their strength,  which was an odd  occasion considering the fact that those very muscles were imbued with the divine power of the god’s of light.  The Muscular man pushed himself from the cold hard floor his long blond hair spilled down over his brought shoulder’s and perfectly toned flesh. He was speechless,  or, perhaps he simply refused to be speak.<br/><br/>The paladin was unused to being bound,  physically that is he already had quite a good deal of constraints placed upon his mind and spirit,  but his body,  his powerful body was unused to feeling strained.  His bright blue eyes scanned the area,  even as he let out a single low rumbling growl, pulling up the tatters of what was left of his robe to cover  his genitals.<br/><br/>“I am strong…”  He said to himself,  assuring himself of his divine prowess.  He brought himself too his feet, as the faintest glimmer of divinity began to burn within his heart.  Yet,  still,  the weight of this place… the darkness and madness was already stifling what little hope he had of truly awakening is power.