When you wake up...
Through a haze of strange memories and pain, you manage to speak.
"I thought you died, when the fire elementals came."
The elder shakes his head. He looks very worse for the wear
regardless. Long bruises cover his emaciated body, his hair completely
gray and disheveled. "When they came, their hot fires burned the
village, and their cold ones brought us here. I thought they killed
you and Zoana. But Rodhen must have protected the two of you." he
grumbles something unintelligible.
You wake up on a dirt floor, thatched roof overhead. Someone's pouring
water on your face. You sit up and feel an enormous pain in your head.
You rub at it, but a frail hand slaps it away. You look at your
caretaker, your old village elder.
