“Ow!"
Kelvin yelped at the brutal incessant contact of his head and the rocky ground. He yearned to buffer the pain by rubbing the inflicted part with his fingers but he couldn't, his hands were tied behind his back. His bleeding knife wound had been skillfully attended to while he was unconscious, whoever this woman was, she had no intention of killing him, yet.
"My legs work perfectly...if you could just let me use them..."
Kelvin trailed off as the woman unsheathed her sword. She turned to face him, her features impassive.
"The herbs I have applied to your wound need not be disrupted by sudden motions. That is why I have opted for this type of movement."
Kelvin stared incredulously at the woman. Surely she did not expect him to agree to being dragged through the
