Fenri woke to the smell of burning wood and the stinging heat of a fire too close to his face.
His head was pounding so hard he thought he would go blind from the pain. He tried to move his hands, but they were bound tightly behind a thick wooden post.
His ankles were also tightly tied with thick rope. He slowly opened his eyes to look around his surroundings, he was in a small clearing in the woods, surrounded by four strange faces. The men sat around the fire, laughing raucously as they passed a bottle of rotgut back and forth.
"Waking up, are we?" one of the guards spat, kicking dirt onto Fenri’s boots. "You picked a bad night to go hunting, boy."
Fenri didn't answer. He tasted copper in his mouth and spat a glob of blood into the ground. He looked at the sky and noticed it was st
