Every muscle was sore and stiff as Izolf woke up from the sleep of the death. He heard voices, but couldn't understand what they were saying. "He still…"
"what kind of wo…"
"If you didn't fi…"
It was like a bad set radio, but he could get the memories in his head back. He was attacked by douaniers, but he was saved by someone. They would have beaten him to death. Everywhere the godforsaken same story. His hand got to his eyes to whip out the salt of the tears. "You're up," A friendly voice said. Izolf reflexes kicked in. Friendly means dangerous. His mistress would beat him up more if she spoke friendly. He opened his eyes and saw a guy with a piece of cloth for his mouth and a hood pulled up. Despite what he said, he looked threatening. It gave him an unpleasant memory. Not that he had pleasant. He could count them on one hand. The eyes of the one bowed to them were friendly. "You're lucky I found you. Don't want to know what happened if I didn't." He looked to the arms of the boy. "You had nanites inside you. I've healed you and give you something special." Izolf couldn't believe it. They were healed and as good as new. He activated the grappling hook and reached for the throat. He only found it blocked off by a hand and a knife to his throat. "You've the right to take my life, but know that my friends will take yours." The man was serious. All confidence in Izolf disappeared and he was more frightened than ever. He was shocked he could fall deeper in fear. He has seen a lot of things and thought that he couldn't be afraid anymore.
The guy grinned and removed his hand from the neck. He pulled down the cloth and when Izolf saw it, he became relaxed and lot more at ease. "I'm Kerlongsj." He said. He offered Izolf a hand. Izolf took it and he was pulled from the bed "Izolf Kozof. Where are we?" He shook on his legs, but wanted to stand. "I think at your destination." Kerlongsj responded. "You mean, I'm in"
"Flanders?"
"Indeed, at least if you wanted to be here?"