You come to your senses an indeterminate amount of time later. Shaking your head, your wits slowly come to you as you feel a distinct pain emanate from the side of your skull. A gentle touch leaves a wet, sticky substance on your left hand. Must have grazed something on the way down. Looking around cautiously, you see what appears to be candlelight flickering in the distance, off to your right.
You get up, groggy, but surprisingly nothing feels broken. A mild breeze plays at your unshorn locks from your left, wafting a rank, stagnant odour in your direction.
Head left, in the direction of the source of the fetid breeze. An exit — to where, you wonder — seems likely in that direction.
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