Farloft woke up comfortably swathed in blankets laying in a stone depression filled with layer upon layer of soft furs. He raised his head slowly and found that he could focus for the first time in days. He was in a shallow cave and presently unattended, or at least he thought he was. When he tried to rise Trisk swooped down from her perch above his head to land in front of him on the floor.
“Don’t try to move just yet.” She cocked her small wedged head and pinned him with her bright blue eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Farloft had to admit. “Much better. Where are we?”
“You are among the Moreth now. Rugarth and Kennioth will take care of you.”
“Don’t try to move just yet.” She cocked her small wedged head and pinned him with her bright blue eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Farloft had to admit. “Much better. Where are we?”
“You are among the Moreth now. Rugarth and Kennioth will take care of you.”

