Evan's hand fell back to the recovery bed with a dull thud. He sighed and tried to relax his sore muscles. His eyes opened to reveal light brown irsises, out of focus at first, but the pupils slowly adjusted to a better diameter for the room's light. He tried to turn to look at Sergeant Mellenath, but was only able to turn his head before he winced in agony. He was shocked that a creature of such refined beauty would be called Sergeant.<br/><br/>"Ah good," he said, "then it was just a nightmare, and I am still dreaming." The pain told him he wasn't, but he couldn't think of no other explanation. "Come then, I must see to them. Fetch my armor." They could tell he was accustomed to giving orders. He tried to sit up, and grimaced through the pain.  He knew something was wrong. He didn't remember being struck by the arrows, but the screams of his men were seared into his mind and he was severely wounded, but out of sheer instinct continued trying to sit up.