Demand some answers.

"Gwenolin?" You look up at the Priestess. "Great, I'm Ryan and I have no idea what's going on here!"

"Oh? I thought your name was Amelina."

Seeing you struggle to stand, Gwenolin offers you a hand, and Andemir does the same. Together, they help you to your feet.

"Will you people please stop calling me that?" You are losing patience. Nothing makes sense. Answers have not been forthcoming.

Gwenolin and Andemir exchange worried looks. "Very well," Gwenolin says with a single nod. "If you will allow me, I will tend to your remaining wounds...Ryan."

"Uh, yeah, fine. I guess." You let the pair walk you over to a nearby chair. It creaks slightly as you sit and wobbling a bit. "I need to know what's going on. Where am I? How'd I get here? Is this some VR kind of thing?"

Gwenolin doesn't answer. She places her hand at your side, gently placing her palm against your body. She speaks in a language you've never heard before, and her hand begins to glow. A soothing warmth flows through you, radiating out from the area where the Priestess' hand rests. In another part of the chamber, you see the other Priestess that arrived with Gwenolin doing something similar with another wounded person.

The pain in your side quickly fades, and as Gwenolin moves her hand up to your temple, so does the pain in your head.

"I do not know what a 'VR' is," she says. "As for how you arrived here, this is where the Duke has stationed you, I imagine. Do you remember the **** on the keep?"

You were about to tell her you don't remember anything, when a thunderous crash emanates from somewhere above you. Dirt and debris rain down on you from the ceiling.

An armored soldier steps into the chamber. "The Beastmen have returned! To arms!"

Andemir grabs something from a nearby table. He returns, holding a weapon belt in one hand, and a metal breastplate in the other.

"Are you well enough to fight, lass?"