Fyroh blinked. Was there a deeper reason than this to why Olhal had fallen asleep? Trying to act casual, he joined in with the laugh, then said, "I'll go check out Olhal... this'll be a laugh." He ran; in the direction in which Artemas had came from, hoping to find Olhal... and not having much luck.
Olhal slowly began to wake up. "Ugh... what just happened?..." He scratched his head, before getting up. He suddenly realised that he was unarmed. "Blast, I must have left my weapons at the house... wait, I had my dagger when I was with Artemas... huh?" He was confused; and could feel a lump on his head. He remembered waking up momentarily earlier... but then was struck down again... and the worst part, he was alone.