"Vijudius! Can you hear me? Hoi? Alright then, don't blame me for-" the young knight was suddenly jolted awake as an oddly soft hand slapped him in the face in a way that was not at all gentle.
"Wha- Giliniel? What the hell was that for?!" the first thing he saw upon waking up was the elf staring right at him, her face a little too close for comfort.
"Listen, I did my best to be nice about it- But anyway, you are kneeling in the middle of the dirt-blood camp, they have already retreated and we are taking the remnants of their camps apart so that we can create our own camps near the edge of the jungle, do you understand what I am saying?" the elf snapped her finger in front of his face, she couldn't help but notice that his eyes were unfocused.
"Stop that already! Just speak!" he grabbed her wrist, but quickly let go of it as though it was burning his hand.
"Alright, as you might have noticed, it is pouring rain right now"
