‘Who are you?’ asked Amberlik’h, as the figure knelt in front of her, remembering the eight-headed dragons she had seen before in her visions.
‘Who am I? Who are you?’ he replied with a rough voice as his eyes shone a golden colour. ‘You are the one who is tied up.’
‘I am a nobody,’ muttered Amberlik’h, choosing to keep her identity a secret.
‘A nobody who is tied to an enchanted tree alone with Darzerians surrounding her,’ whispered the stranger, glaring at the distant campfire. ‘A nobody would not find herself in such a situation.’
Amberlik’h remained silent as she watched the stranger run his hands across his face. It was clear to Amberlik’h that he was thinking about what he was going to do. She observed his armour once again and realised that he was carrying no sword.
‘You have Z
