Aaron lowered himself onto the hammock chair, his weight poorly distributed and his coordination still shot from the teleportation.
The chair swung generously beneath him as he grabbed the sides to steady himself, trying — and mostly failing — to maintain some semblance of composure while looking in the direction of the empress's silken bandana.
The sudden shift in surroundings had rattled him more than he wanted to admit.
It reminded him of a film he'd watched back on Earth, one where the god of hammers had stumbled into a magician's house and experienced random teleportations and crazy things.
This wasn't quite that, but it wasn't far off either.
He looked around slowly. The ceiling was rock, low and uneven, and the walls were the same — rough stone with deep cracks running through them like old scars.
