Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140301001300

Torene stirred in the bed where Makoru had placed her. She opened her eyes, trying to orient herself. The place had a different smell than an Inn or even a house. It smelled...alive. Green. She rolled over slowly and sat up with difficulty, trying not to place any strain on her stomach muscles and looked around. Where am I?

She was tempted to call out for Makoru, but decided against it. The last she remembered was drinking the potion which Anwen had mixed for her. Instead, spotting the chamber pot and wash basin, she rose carefully and began to make use of them. She had never felt so weak in her life.