[Crimson]

Nothing.

Carnasch's hands felt cold, hard stone beneath him and traces of dampness where his naked form once was. But several moments into the search, the Vagran came up with some cloth which he recognized as his trousers and shirt. Before long, he found his axe, even the silver-touched dagger. But still, there was no light to guide him. And even as a large man groping in the dark, he was vulnurable to many things.

Suddenly, Carnasch heard a hiss which could have been translated as a sigh.

"Stop moving around", a voice came. It was raspy, but had a tinge of a foreign accent. It was male. His Charismean was not round, but was obviously sharper -- indicating maybe an elven heritage to the speaker. "I am trying to sleep here before I die. Just be glad you weren't tortured first before being stripped and used as plaything. Missa has a sadistic sense of humor ..."