Casske dug through a small sack of equipment, looking for something, anything that might be of use to him.

"Gauze bandages..."

He sighed wearily as his eyelids began to droop. Regaining 12 years worth of memories in one hour had taken a definate toll on him. And ultimately, it had left him a quite different man than he was before. He found a pair of leather gauntlets, which he fastened to his hands. He frowned. No good; too small. He groaned as he fell back on the bed. Maybe sleep was best just now. He had loads to dream about.