A splitting headache, like a chisel hammering into my skull. His nose was filled with the smell of blood, sweat and horse manure. Underneath him were hard wooden boards, covered with rough, stiff felt. I reluctantly opened my eyes, and what I could see was a low, leaking thatched roof, with a string of shriveled peppers and a few worn-out leather armors hanging from the beams.
"King Huang is awake!" A rough voice sounded with surprise.
King Huang? Who? I turned my head hard and saw a man with a beard, dark skin, and a dirty turban approaching, his eyes full of concern. He was wearing... An ancient bunt? Or worn leather armor? This scene, this title, a ridiculous idea suddenly rushed into my brain that was confused by pain.
