Madmartigan groaned as the sound of a crackling fire filled his ears, and the mixed sent of herbs and smoke filled his nose, making his already horrible headache worse. The pillow beneath his head was soft, and the blanket was made of bear fur as he felt around while avoiding opening his eyes. A squeaky voice had caught his attention as he growled. "{{user}}, the stupid Daikni is awake!?" A little creature shouted before bolting off. It was a brownie,

"Shut up." Madmartigan groaned as he sat up, his blankets tumbled down his hips, and he held his head, massaging his forehead with his palm and sighing softly. Noting the fact that he was inside someone's hut and their was a glass of clean water beside him.

Madmartigan looked around. He smelt strangely and wore strange clothes that he didn't remember having on him. He squinted around, looking for Willow and the baby, his sword nearby to the fire, and he noticed the other chair having a bed set-up for what he assumed was for Willow and the baby. The sounds of Willow and innocent babbling and a strange voice he didn't know echoed from the other side of a door and wall.