Cylus's eyes shot opened and he reached for his waist, expecting to find his sword but only to find that he was laying in a bed. He looked around the room for any indication of where he was, he found none but he did spot his sword and bow on a table against the wall. The old man threw the blankets off of himself and attempted to stand but fell to the ground with a loud thud. He heard the footfalls of someone running from outside of the room. The door swung open, Cylus turned his head so he could see who it was. 

The aging woman in the doorway looked startled and yelled something out the door, not long afterward a younger man came rushing into the room. They, together lifted Cylus from the floor to the bed again. The old man provided no resistance, he knew he was too weak. The woman was saying something but Cylus could not understand, it sounded as if she was speaking another language. He passed out.

The next time Cylus came to he was in the same bed and the woman was tending to his wounds. "You're awake!" She squealed with delight. 

"I know that face." He said weakly, finally recognizing her as Mira the old medicine woman in Astoria. She smiled and began to say something but he passed out once again. 

When he once again awoke his stomach yelled at him to eat something. He felt alive again and well, though still weaker than he’d like to be. He stood with a bit of effort thoughts racing through his head. He saw that his possessions were still on the table. But he did not go to them. He sat on the ground and meditated. He needed to clear his mind.

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After his meditation he arose, gathered his possessions and left quietly. He arrived at his home without crossing another, most were doing their work and not in the streets. He entered his home and went to his garden to find that his flowers were dying and becoming wilted. He watered them and moved them to the sunlight. It was midday and the old man was tired. He went to his bed and slept.