[The continuing discussion between Sam and Bruce eventually stirs him. It's darker than he could remember it being...how long had he been asleep? He'd had a dream, he'd been revived by the goddess Sylaise, then handed over to armored monsters... Ridiculous.
Sitting up, Salem groans deeply and rubs his hands across his face, his feet pulling up in front of him and his elbows propping on his knees. He glances down when the blankets on him shift, and immediately yank them back up when he realizes that he's not wearing anything.]
Where is this?
[The demand is loud, made in a cracked and hoarse voice as overbright green eyes scanned the tent, then came to the men sitting and talking with their backs to him. His eyes narrow, teeth baring.]
no subject
Sitting up, Salem groans deeply and rubs his hands across his face, his feet pulling up in front of him and his elbows propping on his knees. He glances down when the blankets on him shift, and immediately yank them back up when he realizes that he's not wearing anything.]
Where is this?
[The demand is loud, made in a cracked and hoarse voice as overbright green eyes scanned the tent, then came to the men sitting and talking with their backs to him. His eyes narrow, teeth baring.]
Shems.