Well that only served to make things more confusing. Alexander still had no idea what was going on. Larion was still chained up. His headache was slightly less painful, but still an needling pain. Alexander felt Larion's self slipping away and held onto it like a drowning man to a lifeline. Having established a firm mental grip Alexander considered the situation at hand. Joshua was bleeding. Or had been bleeding. Joshua didn't bleed, heck most of the time he didn't even look dirty. Alexander feebly regained his footing and pointed weakly at where Larion had been, holding onto the image of his friend mentally. [b]"But Larion."[/b] He croaked, [b]"Where's Larion?"[/b] Where was Imgor? Why did they have to wake him up? What in the nine was going on and perhaps most importantly- [b]"Where are we?"[/b]