3
Varian
I woke up in total darkness. It took my eyes a few moments before they adjusted to the dark and I could make out certain shapes—a wooden cot where I was seated, rough stone walls surrounding me, and a big metal door with an opening at the top where a little flickering light streamed in.
I shot up and instantly sat down as a wave of dizziness assaulted me. I pressed a hand over my head and felt a small egg on the back. Oh, blaze, now I remembered. The ogres … they had gotten me. Somehow, I had hit my head, and I was now in what looked like a dungeon.
Slowly, I tried standing again and went to the door. Obviously, the cell had been designed to hold creatures much larger than me, because the cot could fit three of me, and the door was at least twice my height, its opening too far
