Kyle slowly opens his gummy eyes, his mouth is parched and his lips dry, "Where am I?" he thinks, his thoughts fuzzy and muddled, a quesy feeling making his stomach roil. Something dark blocks his vision, his cheek lies hard on the cold, hard dungeon floor "A dungeon!" he exclaims "Lizard men" he hisses. He takes a deep breath and gags, the stench of blood and guts assailng his senses. Leveraging himself up from the floor he wipes at his eyes and looks around, rat bodies lie broken in piles all around him "Anyone there?" he queries quietly as he takes his bearings, sighting his companions standing inside a room, huddled in a circle, he rises and stumbles forward. Stopping at the door and leaning against the frame for support he says "What's going on?"