Bang!
Daniel started to fall. The small hole right between his eyes could only mean one thing.
And right the back of his head struck the floor of the vault, his consciousness fell as well.
All the sights smell and other sensory experiences disappeared from Daniel's words, replaced with nothing but endless and impenetrable darkness.
And into this darkness, Daniel's mind fell.
A flash.
"We can't hold this village!" a voice of a man long deceased filled Daniel's mind. "We only have four hundred men! They might be our finest but even they cannot face an enemy a hundred times more numerous!"
The argument was sound.
Daniel lowered his head, taking a look at the drawing his assistant carved into the ground.