The next time the blindfold was pulled away from him, the light of the candles and lanterns around him felt almost blinding.
He had been tossed roughly to the floor and in front of him were boots that looked muddy under the golden candle lights.
"How dare you treat him like that?" The person in front of him yelled and hands were on him immediately, picking him up to his feet, this time not as roughly as the last.
He swayed slightly on his feet, almost tumbling to the front again, but the people beside him held him and led him to a chair, where he flopped right into.
He looked around quickly, trying to find if there was a way to escape but all he could see were the attackers everywhere. Not a door or a window was in sight.
The walls looked unusual too.
Where was he? A cave?
He blinked, his eyes still a little blurred, his gaze settling back on the mask attackers in the room, studying them, before a thought suddenly put a stop to that.
Wait---