Lion Head Mesa tungsten

He had been led underground. The travel did not sit well in his mind and so when he came-to, properly, he was in a pool of water and did not know how he had come to be there.

There were still two shadows with him. The one that spoke asked for his name and, in a begruding manner, he answered: Raimo. His throat felt raw and his tongue heavy, so he dipped his head towards the water's surface and began to drink.

There was an herbal taste to the water he did not like, so he stopped and sank a bit beneath the rippling edge of it, for a crocodilian float.