Coming to is no easy feat for Sarai.
To the overpowering fatigue weighing down her bones and the sheer soreness of her body, to the bobbing sway of the hard ground beneath her and the chafe of rope around her wrists, it should be by no means a source of joy for the young adventurer to find herself in this situation.
Yet come to she does, for better or for worse, to realize she is in a cramped wooden room that she has surely never seen before. A single candle provides dim light for the little room, stationed on a beat up table better suited for a raucous game of cards than someone’s faux attempt at finery. In a chair next to it, slumped to the side in sleep (or at least very heavy rest) is a brown-furred horse man with an elegant black mane.
For a guard, he seems quite lax, and though she can’t tell for certain through his bunched, ragged robes, he seems unarmed. Then again, his obvious muscled bulk is something to be feared.
Sarai herself is unarmed. Whoever left her here made sure to relieve her of all possessions but the clothes on her back. Worse yet, not all of her clothes remain as they were. Though they’ve allowed her some modesty, the bottoms she once wore have been stripped away, leaving her lower undergarments exposed.
To the overpowering fatigue weighing down her bones and the sheer soreness of her body, to the bobbing sway of the hard ground beneath her and the chafe of rope around her wrists, it should be by no means a source of joy for the young adventurer to find herself in this situation.
Yet come to she does, for better or for worse, to realize she is in a cramped wooden room that she has surely never seen before. A single candle provides dim light for the little room, stationed on a beat up table better suited for a raucous game of cards than someone’s faux attempt at finery. In a chair next to it, slumped to the side in sleep (or at least very heavy rest) is a brown-furred horse man with an elegant black mane.
For a guard, he seems quite lax, and though she can’t tell for certain through his bunched, ragged robes, he seems unarmed. Then again, his obvious muscled bulk is something to be feared.
Sarai herself is unarmed. Whoever left her here made sure to relieve her of all possessions but the clothes on her back. Worse yet, not all of her clothes remain as they were. Though they’ve allowed her some modesty, the bottoms she once wore have been stripped away, leaving her lower undergarments exposed.