He allowed himself a moment to recover then as his eyes slowly focused, turning his head to the side where he discovered himself to be in a room of sorts. The atmosphere felt cold and stale, as if the very air within hadn’t been refreshed in some time. The walls were rough hewn stone and rock, the floor was made out of some sort of tile and two doors. He carefully slid to the edge of the bed he’d awoken on and gingerly maneuvered himself upright, or as close to it as he could. His limbs felt like he’d run for a lifetime and were protesting in agony from the movement.