She felt like she was in a dream. One of those fevered dreams where nothing makes sense. All that she could perceive were slits of light, blinking in and out, and faint sounds as if she were underwater. With one eye partially open, she looked down to see the ground moving quickly past and the outline of someone’s rear end. She realized she was slung over someone’s shoulder. That’s nice, she thought. I’m way too tired to be doing any running. She reminded herself to thank whoever was giving her this free ride, and then everything went black again.
Alyssalee’s tongue was stuck to the hoodie of someone’s sweater, balled up as a makeshift pillow. She rolled to her side and saw the Undivine busy making camp. There weren’t any paladins around, and people seemed calm. Someone was inserting a ten
