Word Prompt- Clocks

**snippet added to a WIP based on the 100Words prompt 'Clocks'

The first thing Del was aware of when he woke was a crushing headache. The second was the incessant tock, tock, tock of a nearby clock. He tried to sit up, but groaned and fell back as nausea roiled in his guts, and white stole his vision. The last he remembered, he'd been at a pub, playing kessala with a group of soldiers. Captains and their gunners mostly, from the Baku.

“Where am I?” he croaked, not that he expected an answer. Shock shivered through him as a deep baritone answered.

“You are a guest of Mikvus arga’san.”

"Mikvus arga'san?"