Kale slowly opened his eyes, still dazed by the narcotic of those hunters. He couldn't believe how much it affected him in the first place, leaving him and Chel without defense and turning them in a sort of easy prey. Chel! How could he forget about her?!
Kale immediately woke up from the floor and started to examine where he was. That surely wasn't a fishing net or the boat of the hunters, it looked more like a room or a cell: thick walls, a door, a sink, what looked like one of those things where humans used to sleep on and a piece of iron... iron? Why there was iron on a wall?! He frowned, surely that place wasn't mean for humans and surely they wouldn't be treated like one by whoever took them here.
As he kept watching around, he was almost scared to see a female figure laying on the floor. White skin, white hair, she surely wasn't Chel, making Kale a bit worried about WHAT exactly that girl could be. He made a step closer to the girl and looked at her, did he have to wake her up? Should he wake her up?
"Oh... bloody hell..." he snorted as he shook her gently on a shoulder, regretting it immediately "Oih! Are you alive?" he called still tapping on her shoulder.