When Justin came to, he was surprised to see himself surrounded by people. Bardik was the first to speak, "Well, it's about time sleeping beauty," he said with a grin.
Mary was at his side, rubbing some sort of ointment on the cut, tsking.
"You really should be more careful," she said. "I never understood why your kind always insisted that this couldn't happen to you," she murmured under her breath.
"My kind?" Justin asked, clearly confused.
Mary, realizing she had spoken out loud, laughed it off, "Yeah, big burly type men with huge egos," she winked. "Always passing out at the sight of blood," she finished.
"Only mine," Justin said, thoughtfully. He would have to just chalk this up to the injuries he got from the Isle. If he ever got his hands on Abigor a
