the newcomer...
"What, has the pretty princess lost her tongue?" His voice
is sharp with bitterness, "You were carrying on just fine a
minute ago."
You snap your gaping mouth shut at this comment and straighten
indignantly.
"How dare you!" You stumble to your feet, but suddenly a
searing pain shoots up your back and you collapse with a cry.
The pudgy man gasps and shuffles away, staring at you with nervous
eyes. The tall figure doesn't move.
"Can't I get a little help?" you groan, grabbing a chair to
try to drag yourself to your feet.
The figure in the doorway snorts and turns away. You scowl and
painfully pull yourself up, glaring at Pudgy the whole while. He
shifts closer to the door. You ignore him for a while to take in your
surroundings.
The room is bathed in dim yellow from a tall lamp in a corner, one of
the few pieces of furniture. A sagging couch is beside you and you
are seated on a peeling wooden chair. Assorted junk litters the
remainder of the room...unidentifiable lumps of cloth, some twisted
metal, and many papers. The air is rank and heavy, and the walls look
to be the home of many not so friendly creatures.
You scowl yet again. Pudgy has disappeared, probably into the
darkness beyond the doorway, but you don't care at the moment. All
you want to do is escape.
The newcomer is shadowed by the doorway, but you can see that he is
tall and somewhat muscular.
