Asani awoke near Moonlit Lake in chains with iron cuffs. The sounds of the water crashing against the shore were somewhat calming, given the precarious circumstance, he found himself in. Zania sat, squatting by the bank, rinsing blood from her hands. As Asani straightened into a sitting position he winced. The blow she had delivered was powerful. Dabbing the site of impact he brought his fingers into view to see the residue of semi-dried blood. He was healing, but after the battle from the previous night, his hyena spirit was working overtime to recover from his multiple injuries.
"I suppose you think yourself to be quite clever, you and your harlot," Zania said. "Did you think I wouldn't notice your little mental chat?"
"It didn't matter if you did. Believe it or not, you aren't anyon
