Cold. Why is it so fucking cold…
Amorthon groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing as he tried to focus. It was dark…cold…the ground was hard and he was…restrained?
He tried pulling away from whatever wall he was leaning against - only to fall back with a hiss as pain rocketed through his shoulder.
“Wouldn’t do that Blackwood. Just because you don’t have arrows sticking out of your shoulder doesn’t mean we patched everything up all pretty. Just did enough to keep you from dying on us…for the moment. Could always stick a couple of knives in those spots instead.”
The ranger narrowed his gaze across the room, in the direction the voice had come from. His vision was fuzzy, and try as he might,...