When Orion awakened, he found himself lying on some hay, inside some sort of hut. Panicking, he tried to get up to his feet, but the moment he tried, his bones started to scream at him.
Groaning in pain, he lay back down, breathing heavily, as a man approached him. "I really don't think you should move; some advice." It was an old man, one who could barely walk, using a stick to help himself, as he walked over to him.
"Where am I? What happened?" Orion asked, still not quite himself, in a state of shock.
The sound of his stick echoed as he rested it next to his head. "While I can't answer the second question, I can answer the first: this is my home. I found you nearby, close to death, and so I saved you. You're quite lucky my old body still got it." The old man said, trying to flex his other arm, shaking as he did.
