On the Eastern board of the continent, Astaroth was regaining consciousness, after spending almost half a day knocked out. His head was ringing like a bell during a wedding, and his body felt like it had gone through a stone crusher.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked around to see where he was. The room was unfamiliar to him, but at the same time, looked like some room he had already seen.
The walls of wood, seemingly a complete plank from one side of the room to the other, and from floor to ceiling, reminded him of the interior of the guest rooms in the tree palace in Bastion City. But he knew he couldn't be back there already.
So he stood to his feet, looking around, making sure there was no immediate threat. Once he felt the room was safe, he noticed all his equipment was at the foot of the bed he had been lying on, on the top of a wooden chest.