Redhawk Caldera beti

a brawny golden-brown man arrived first, adorned in numerous scars. a warrior, by the look of him. but his voice was friendly and helpful, bronco his name. 

aditya felt himself clinging desperately to consciousness.

aditya, he replied. hunting accident. not as fast as i once was, he added, a glimmer of humor coming through even the pain. 

help was on the way. his lips were dry. he licked them, trying to find distraction from the searing agony of his shoulder. 

what's this place? adi asked.