"I don't remember much from that day."
"...Only the ambush."
"...The bandits."
"...The Succubus."
Eoran awoke face down in the dirt. He lay motionless, aware of voices and footsteps less than a stone's throw away. Breathing softly, he took in his surroundings, from what little he could glean from the texture of the dirt.
My hands are bound.
He grimaced at the realization that he could feel his bindings. He shifted on the spot,
