Waking up, the place was unfamiliar, and the smell of alcohol and the tightness of gauze on his body were apparent. The plan worked, for Darde was currently in a room unknown to him, but from the wooden door and the smell, he wasn't too far off from the bar. There is a high chance he was still in it, just kept in another room after being given a light level of patching up.
But he didn't move, his mind expanded, feeling the people around him. Some strong, strong rough to make his situation hopeless. But Darde didn't feel fear, this was to be expected, he had walked straight into the lion's den and killed one of the cubs, it was obvious that the lion would be angered and come rushing here to assess the situation.
