Athgar opened his eyes as he felt someone press a damp cloth to his forehead. Natalia bent over him, concern written on her face.
"Where are we?" he asked, the words croaking in his smoke-ravaged throat.
"In a cell," she replied. "We"ve been placed under arrest."
He tried to shift his position slightly but was wracked with pain.
"Stay still," she soothed, "you"ve been badly injured. I"ve bound your wound as best as I can, but there"s little I can do for your burns."
"I killed him," he said.
"Yes, you did," she agreed, "but I fear it will do little for our present condition. We now sit, condemned to death for killing a temple commander."
"You can escape," he said.
"You"re in no shape to move," said Natalia, "let alone try to escape."
"You can use your magic to save yourself," he pr
