Still snoring as most of the others woke and began walking around Mikka stirred finally at all the shouting and continuos talking.<strong>Arrr. Gods be damned why the hell is everyone yelling?</strong>laying on the floor eyes still closed he brought his hands up and pressed them into his head.<br/><br/>Wait I'm on the floor? Dropping his hands to his sides Mikka ran his hands over and through the sandy stone floor. The temple didn't have floors like this, at least not this dirty. Eyes popping open he sat up sharply only to bring a throbbing headache that nearly put him back on the floor.<strong>Gods, by the nine hells how much did I drink last night?</strong>While he was shirtless Mikka had retained his pants, well sleeping pants, made of thin spun burlap with a drawstring waist. He had added a couple pockets but he was only concerned with one of them right now slapping his hand down on the right pocket searching for something.<br/><strong>Where is it?</strong>Now to focused to notice the headache he spun up and around flipping himself to his belly and pushing up on hands sweeping the floor beside him frantically.<strong>Where did it go? Did it fall out before I got to the room?</strong>realizing that he wasn't even in the room he'd passed out in he looked around his eyes adjusting to the dark. He was in a cave! Father Belney must've had him moved here as a punishment. The old man couldn't understand, he hadn't seen what he had seen, the darkness, the death.<strong>Aaahh!! No! No!</strong>He flipped up onto his butt shuffling himself against the nearest wall and driving his palms into his eyes. Crying out the same prayer that always left his lips in this moment,<strong>Gods take these visions from me, don't let me remember.</strong>Nearly in tears by this point he heard others speaking again. No voices he recognized. Distracted from his waking nightmares for now he stood slowly peering around the edges of his little cave. Several people were huddled around a large table in the middle of the cavern, a sacrificial table maybe? The large fellow with the bone club seemed the like to hold such a ritual and two elves besides, though different races they were all magically inclined, the pale one even had a familiar. Not wanting to be the next hunk of meat on the table he ducked back into the alcove and searched for anything he use to defend himself.