林凡坐起身，脑袋还是嗡嗡的。草席硌得慌，他翻了个身，摸到身上黏糊糊的，低头一看，嗷，这身粗布麻衣也该有几个月没洗了，酸臭烘烘的，身上还痒得不行，估计是跳蚤了。“操！这是哪鬼地方？”他坐起身，环顾四周。

Circular stone walls, mud-brick roof, dark and damp air. It looked like some kind of dungeon, but he didn't remember getting arrested. He vaguely recalled fighting someone, then blacking out. Wait, he remembered. They said he sang sea battle songs. What the hell was that about?

"Sea battle songs?" He muttered, scratching his itchy outfit. Suddenly, a loud "Grrrr" echoed outside. He froze, heart pounding. Was it a monster? Or someone else looking for trouble?

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped in. It was a woman, her silhouette indistinct in the dim light. She had long hair, almost to her waist, and wore armor that looked like it was made from polished metal. Her eyes were fierce, like a predator hunting prey.

"So, you're awake?" Her voice was rough, like sandpaper. "Good. I need help."

"Help? With what?" Lin Fan asked, trying to ignore the prickle of fleas.