I wake up in chains, my head spinning. The first thing I notice is the long, blood red dress I’m wearing. The top has black embroidery and lace sewn around it, giving it some flare. I also notice the Arbornok is missing from its usual spot on my chest.
I raise my head up, half surprised at the elegant Gothic dining hall before me, covered in reds, blacks, and whites.
Where am I?
A large dining table stretches out before me, silver plates, pitchers, and chalices decorate it’s candle lit surface. Above the table hangs an ornate crystal chandelier, small magic candles perched inside.
I shiver, still feeling dizzy and disorientated. My eyes feel heavy too, like I haven’t slept in days. Somehow I keep them open, looking around to see if my kidnapper is here or not. I t
