Gerard opened his eyes groggily and viewed his surroundings. His head spun, and nausea brought him close to vomiting.
"What am I..." Gerard held his throbbing head. "Sprite!"
An elf rushed into the room, and Gerard stumbled off the bed. Someone had stripped his clothes from his body.
"You need to rest," the young elf said, approaching his bedside. "You've expended all of your mana. Your body needs time to recover. You might have saved the forest, but you're still human."
"I can't rest. Sprite is missing. I have to find her." Gerard shook his head.
The elf sighed. "I understand your concern, but you won't be able to do anything in your current state. You need to rest and regain your strength."
"Where's my mace?" Gerard grabbed his clothes, which were neatly folded in a pile.
"Mace? I don't know. You need to rest!"
"Useless. I'll have to get it myself."
"Gerard!" Creed burst into the room and shot Gerard a worried look.
"What?" Gerard glared back.
