"How's your head?"
Ah, by Ignas, the land of the dead must be really noisy.
This annoying voice followed her here too?
It was a task to move but she couldn't stay still even if she tried. The uneven surface she found herself to be laid upon wasn't comfortable at all.
"Careful." The voice seemed loud, in fact, every movement seemed too loud for banging ears and aching head.
She sat up, holding her head, as she moved slowly.
"Stop talking," she said between pressed lips, as she tried to prepare herself for whatever it was she would find when she would open her eyes.
"That doesn't sound like a 'Thank you' to me "
The voice said back to her, annoyed and frustrated.
She would recognize that voice anywhere.
So Alaris had died too?
For how much he used to boast about his powers, she didn't expect that he would die by his own flames or if she were to go according to his story, flames from the dragon he was attached to.
