(I suppose no one will help me, okay, I'll try and squeeze in then.)
Razuel was in a forest, sitting atop a large cliff overlooking a lake, staring out over the lake, thinking over what had happened to him recently, having woken up in the remains of an old burned cottage, with no memory of how he got there. Raz pulled his legs up onto the cliff and just curled up and thought about what and why he was there.