Peren sound himself standing in a room with a gaggle of people he didn't recognize. Realization hit him like a brick to the head and he gasped, running his hands over his torso. He didn't find the wounds that killed him, he didn't find the scar on his back from that time the horse stepped on him, he didn't find the scars on his wrist from the manacles...<br/><br/>He looked up at the woman on the throne. At the<em>devil</em>staring at them all; Peren wasn't so uneducated that he couldn't recognize a fiend when one was staring at him. "I suppose you're the reason I'm not rotting right now."