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Miles looked around. He was in a small room, lit by a single lightbulb up above him. Behind him was a low bed, with a dresser at the foot of it. Over to the left was a closet with nothing in it. The back and forth motion of the room told him that he was on a ship.

Curious as to what was going on, he opened the door of the room and looked out, trying to keep his chain mail from jingling. The hallway outside was empty of people, but not light. After looking up and down the hall, Miles stepped out and began walking.

He set off, wondering where he was. He tried to remember what had been going on before he ended up here. He started thinking…and it all came back to him.

He had been leading the forces of the Mortunds, fighting the Certa of the Pugnan Empire at the city of Arx Gravicus. He specifically had been leading soldiers up the ladders on walls of the city when suddenly he felt as if he was being pulled back and away…and then he landed in that room.

He arrived at a corner. The hallway turned right here. Drawing his sword and holding it at the ready, Miles cautiously stepped around the corner.

Nothing. Is anyone even on this ship? He wondered. The answer came from a very loud buzzing noise from a nearby room. Startled, Miles whipped around to face the door from which the noise was coming from. Now instead of a loud buzz, it was a hiss and what sounded like water.

Curious, Miles cautiously opened the door, sword and shield at the ready.