Bertram regained consciousness with a vision-blurring headache. Someone would pay for making him hurt like this. He wasn't sure where he was at first, but the ground did not feel like the asphalt from behind the building. The air around him was cool—air conditioning—so he knew he was no longer outside. Someone moved him, but who? He attempted to sit up, but the sudden rush of pain to his head stilled his motion while forcing a groan from between his lips.
“Ah, I see you are awake," Aradhon's voice penetrated Bertram's pain. He kept his eyes closed, wishing the thudding in his head would cease. He really did not need that dark elf right now.
Taking a deep breath, Bertram forced himself to a standing position, despite his throbbing headache. That son of a b***h dumped me on the floor of my
