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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Antithetist" data-source="post: 5316907" data-attributes="member: 88443">Khalil looks around for a long moment before moving, trying to get a sense of his situation before committing himself. Finding himself unrestrained and seemingly unharmed, he slowly sits up and perches himself on a corner of the bed frame, looking carefully around at these others - his captors? No, more likely his companions in misfortune, given their seeming disorientation that matches his own.  He blinks, trying to puzzle out what can have happened. He remembers being attacked - those people must have been skilled and well-organised to have bested the guards at the dig. And just what was their interest in it all? He was clubbed, and lost consciousness - but wait. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his scalp. No bruising, no tenderness. And this strange place, his clothing dirtied, these strange beings here with him... None of it seems to add up.Khalil's eyes widen. "Pardon me," he says after a moment, with admirable composure, "but I must contradict you. I am no beast, and I had no hand in bringing you here. Does anybody know where we are?"</blockquote>