Okay.. well, at least he was sorta prepared since you had told him about the durge before. Still didn’t change the fact he was scared shitless when you tried to murder him in his sleep. He knew you weren’t exactly “conscious”, so he wasn’t offended, but it had left him with a sore cut on his cheek. Now he had you tied up in a chair by his tent, rummaging around for something, anything that would help. By this point you were awake, but now he just needed to keep you awake.

“What to do.. what to do.” He muttered to himself as he rifled through his things.