Viator sat up with a groan. A pain shot through his side. He doubled over, and saw that he was sitting on a hard cobbled road of a lower street.
“Ah…” he hissed as he lifted up his shirt. On his side was large bruise. “That… hurt... a lot.”
He stood up and looked around to see that the sky had darkened considerably.
“How long was I out for?” He looked around, and realized that he had gotten lucky that none of the Pacis had found him, or been notified of a stranger falling from the sky.
“I have to keep moving.” Viator mumbled, and shuffled down the street deeper into the darkness.