Eayds; "...So, some elves decided to f*ck dryads... "
In the real world, his empty eye sockets lit up with dark green flames as he woke up in a new environment, not where he had collapsed. He found himself in a hut. "Where am I?" he wondered.
His dark green eyes slowly darted around as he scrutinized his surroundings. The place was remote and unfamiliar. Unlike the caves and burrows he was used to, this interior of what looked to be a clay cave had a wooden bed on which he sat, with straw scattered on it, to make it more comfortable to sleep on.
The mud hut contained a small stool in the corner, and various cloths hung from what looked like a vine. These cloths had colors mimicking nature: some were as blue as the sea, others as green as fresh leaves, and some had the same color and patterns as tree bark.
His eyes continued to curiously look around, moving from the cloths hanging on the vine to the small pot in the corner, a water pot to be exact.