He can't place at all where it is he wakes up. Certainly nowhere he's been before, not with the soft thing beneath him and the glow of sunlight on the walls. Not Valhalla -- it hurts too much for that. He blinks, scanning what he can with his eyes alone, then pushing himself warily up onto his elbows.
The Imperator is certainly not the first face he's expecting to see, either, and what she says is so strange that he thinks he must have misheard her. Or is he dreaming, somehow? "Polecats?" he asks stupidly.
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He can't place at all where it is he wakes up. Certainly nowhere he's been before, not with the soft thing beneath him and the glow of sunlight on the walls. Not Valhalla -- it hurts too much for that. He blinks, scanning what he can with his eyes alone, then pushing himself warily up onto his elbows.
The Imperator is certainly not the first face he's expecting to see, either, and what she says is so strange that he thinks he must have misheard her. Or is he dreaming, somehow? "Polecats?" he asks stupidly.