Pain throbbed through Jorghan's head. He shifted slightly, feeling soft fabric beneath him instead of the forest floor. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to reveal canvas walls and filtered sunlight.
He saw white walls around him, and he was lying on a bed, a bed! The table beside his bed contained bottles and vials. He could tell from one glance that he was in a tent.
He was in a tent – but how?
"You're awake," said a woman's voice.
Jorghan turned his head to see a tall woman sitting on a stool nearby.
She wasn't Nor'vack – her skin lacked their brownish tint, and she stood only about six feet tall. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she wore practical clothes that suggested someone used to working outdoors.
She was the one who saved him in the woods and brought him here.
"Where am I?" Jorghan asked, his throat dry.
The woman handed him a cup of water.
