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 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.