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A blistering sound stirs him and he looks out, it is dark.
"Did I fall asleep?" he ponders.
He looks at his hands and sees the blood on it, it is everywhere. On his clothes, in his hands, on the painting on the floor.
The painting is one the floor?
Slowly the vision returns, while looking in the hole in the wall behind the painting, the painting has fallen, knocking him out and leaving him to bleed. He has no idea how long he has been out, but he is drawn to exit the Widow's Den and proceed to the Great Hall.
He is still alive, barely.
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