Dzarma lifted his head from where he was, so as to look at where he was. His long hair was messy and was even on his face, thus blocking his vision. He could feel that his hand was tied up on the chain that were above him, and from his waist to his legs, he was in water.
He did not understand what was going on or where he was, but the water he was in, was freezing cold, he could feel pain on his chest and head, as if he was beaten up thoroughly, but the weird thing was, the only thing that he could remember was, that he had been walking back towards Hood's castle, then, a black smoke, attacked him before he had passed out.
He had no idea why he was attacked, he had no idea, why he was being held in here or where he was, but he was certain that it was the black smoky thing that was responsible for this.