I was dreaming, or perhaps I was awake; the familiar scent of burning incense stirred my senses long before I recognized the comfort of soft wool sheets and feather down pillows. A thought came to mind of rolling over, and asking for another moment of rest, like a child the morning of training or the lazy haze of a rainy day.
As much as I wish for such, I knew it wasn’t an option; I never have wasted time, too much to do. A thought entreated my mind as I lay there with my eyes closed. Why did I never roll over and partake in the last vestiges of sleep?
A cold chill crept up my spine as I finally opened my eyes, weakly eyeing the room. I did not know where I was.
An inn room, or so it looked, was before me. A tapestry depicting two Halflings playing sport in a field hung to my left, several dressers and chests and a small oak table decorated the room. Two torch lights hung on the walls opposing sides of the small fireplace in the far corner; incense burned low on the table next to a covered plate I could only assume held food, and a pitcher of drink, beads of condensation dripped from the pottery. I suddenly felt parched.
Sitting up, I instantly found as a mistake; the room swam with bright colors and I quickly settled back into the bed, taking stock of any injuries mentally before attempting to move again.
Bandaged ribs, at least one broken, wrapped burns on my hands, but all generally on the mend, where in the nine hells had I been? Or was for that matter; those thoughts quickly subsided as the thought of drink took hold again.
“Oh, so you finally woke up!” A sturdy dwarven female filled the doorway.
Stubble of a slight beard covered the rosy cheeks of the short woman; she carried a tray of bandages and a small pouch that she could smell to be a strong salve clear across the room.
Moving into the room she set the bandages and salve down, “Half a moon cycle an’ not a stir, we was beginnin’ to wonder if’in you were ever gonna wake up!”
“How long have I been out?” My voice cracked dryly in reply as I settled carefully against the headboard, studying my apparent nurse carefully.
“Oh nearly a half moon cycle, we were wonderin’ if you were gonna sleep for ever!” She responded cheerily moving over to the table and bringing the covered plate and a mug of water. “There ya go.” Setting the plate before me and handing me the mug. I drank deeply as she continued.
“Been about two weeks, was rainin’ something awful when you came stumbling in mostly dead and mumbling like a banshee, scared half the patrons ya did.” She adjusted the covers a bit and leaned back on her heels. “You eat up, I’ll be back inn’a bit to clean up yer bandages, but you eat up and we can talk later.” She nodded as if satisfied of her response and turned back out the door.
This was interesting.
Uncovering the tray revealed a warm bowl of vegetable hash, a loaf of bread, and greasy chicken leg; my stomach rumbled, quickly beginning to devour the food. How did I manage to get here? What fight did I toss myself into now? Thinking back a moment, no memories came to mind, it must have been something.
Another chill traced up her spine as another notion became apparent. She didn’t remember anything before that either.