OOC: They do not represent the humans, and i dont believe any of them are Human.
IC:
A small shutter, 5 black figures...
Another shutter, 5 blurry figures, smudged with red and brown...
Another few, and the figures begin to appear as people, staring down at him. Cornillius began to wake, his lips dry from a long period of rest, his body mostly healed, but still slightly aching. It took him a moment to get his eyes properly opened, he groaned and leaned forward slightly, then swung back after being surprised by the figures.
"He's awake!" One of the men say, they are close to his side, that he almost hits one turning around. They begin patting him and asking him random questions, which he doesnt bother himself listining to.
"Get away from me!" Cornillius exclaimed shuwing them off. He crawled off of the bed, and pushed the people aside. Just as he had gotten out of bed, right leg first, he put his left foot down, and fell.
"What th-" He stared down, behind him, at his legs. His left leg from the knee down had been amputated (Cut off). Shocked by the sight, he stumbled to his single foot and leaned on the wall. "What did you people do?!"
"Save your life." Said an old man, entering the room. The people moved back, making way. "You had been in a horrible condition, when you stumbled across our home" (They are human, btw)
Genervo looked around the room, "Where am i?". It was a small wooden room, with a bed, a night table and a wardrobe, your average peasants bedroom.
"Felucia, a town, ruled by man..." The old man brought his face closer and whispered "And man alone..."
"Felucia... i dont re-" "Of course not, you are one of the imperial scoundrals, who would leave us to die in the early age." The old man cut him off. "It seems they have left you to die as well."
"Nothing that concerns you old man."
"Such rude behaviour, what i would expect. Then again, you must be upset with so many recent events. But i believe you are well rested enough." The old man steps outside, keeping the door open and revealing the town. It looked ordinary enough, your average human town, although this one was decently sized for a self-goverened town, and he was not used to the wooden structures, missing the large imperial gardens and stone bridges of his former home.
"There is an Iron wood staff, by the door, we will find you an alternative later."
Cornillius grabbed the staff, gripping its surprisingly thin but extremly hard body, hence the name. Using it to help him walk. He steps outside, and follows the Old Man.