The shadowy figures that were surrounding him started to take on more distinct features, and become individuals by they're own right. The ones gathered around were trying to communicate with him in words he didn't understand. Then slowly through out Tihon's mind they're words raced through his skull and he understood. Understood every word that fell from they're lips.
"Where am I?" he said in the words that the others were speaking.
There were noticable differences in each persons voice, some paniced, fearful, and others calm and collective. As Tihon looked around he slowly sat up off the course ground he was laying upon. The air surrounding him was warm, and pleasant. Lowering his head he looked around himself noticing the crater he was sitting in. Tihon tilted his head to the side curious as to why he was laying in this whole to begin with.