Foxx wakes up.
"Wh-where am I?", he looks around, but no one is there. He tries to sit.
"Gah!.. can't."
He lies down again, and looks for his sword.
"Crud!", he says, when he notices his sword on a little table, on the other side of the room.
Hope those two furs didn't work for that Dyonous...
Foxx starts looking at the ceiling, remembering what happened in his village some days ago.
The king is about to feel a royal pain in the neck... I WILL avenge my village!, was his last thought, before sleep took over him again.