Chapter 6: Ragtag group
"Irwin, wake up!"
Irwin groaned, trying to turn and pull his blanket further across his shoulder. It didn't seem to budge, almost as if someone was holding it. Was his mother teasing him?
"A little longer," he moaned, feeling the aching muscles and knowing that he'd be in for a bad time if he fully woke.
"No, you need to wake up! We need to group up, or we will be in trouble!'
Group up? Irwin thought sluggishly. What was Greldo doing here, and group up for what? Was it a sports day?
For a few more moments, his mind remained in a daze, and then his memories of the previous days returned.
The sorcerer!
With a jolt, he moved forward, knocking his head against Greldo's, who had been bent over him.
"Ugh, careful!" Greldo hissed, rubbing his head.
Irwin ignored him. Where was that bearded warrior? Had he carried him to the towers?
A wooden ceiling rose twenty feet above him, and long glowing poles pointed down in odd jumbled directions. Looking around, he saw he was in a massive hallway with two enormous arches on one end, the doors in them closing. He barely saw the dark mountains behind them before they shut with a dull thud.
Right, he thought as he looked around.