Why in the goddess’s name would the dragon do this? Sabeline peeled back her armour, revealing green tinged bandages, packed with crudely mashed Tilweed. Carefully, she grasped the ragged fabric and pried it away from her skin, ignoring yet more of the herb that spilled to the cavern floor. Her flesh was puckered with raised pinkish white marks, though the holes and blood that had once graced her skin were now sealed and clean. Her wounds were almost healed, meaning the Tilweed must have been applied as soon as she had arrived in this beastly lair. The dragon had only needed her alive as long as she answered his question theoretically, why ensure she continued to live?
It made no difference. During her examination of the plant, the hemp rope had frayed enough so that a little movemen
