Edmund awoke quite surprised. His first though was Am I not dead? closely followed Where am I!? He almost began to strugle before relizing that escapeing the grasp of the creature that held him would be detrimental to his health. He quickly relized all his weapons where gone and he was in the arms of a strange winged creature. "Where am I?" Edmund demanded of the creature holding him hoping that it was capable of human speach preferably even in his tounge.

With a snort of indignance at being caught sleeping, Skoll tried to look up and immediately felt his back crack.

Aaaauuuuuuuugh.

He felt utterly stiff and sore all over, and even worse, had no idea where he was. Instinctively he made a grab for his blades, but they were gone, too.