First Storm:: [Audio]

[survivorking]

[Waking up anywhere other than his private chambers was confusing, at first. There was no wind, no sand that he could hear whipping against the tower walls. This was not Spargus. He found a communication device by the bed-- which was so well-made and perfect, it was as though he hadn't even slept in it at all. Why had he been sleeping in the first place? The communicator was not so hard to figure out. Damas' voice is gruff, and he is far from pleased as he speaks.]

I want to know where I am, who brought me here, and for what purpose.

I demand answers.

[The last word comes out as a snarl. The audio clicks off in a final sort of way.]