Chapter 11
The first sensation was pain. Across his arms and chest, Elias felt drying scabs and bandages clench from his sudden motion in the bed. The world around him was a blurry haze of browns, blacks, and the flickering red of a candle. The rest of his feeling followed the pain before his eyes could focus. Bandages and scabbing cuts he knew all too well, but the silk of the sheet beneath his hands was out of place. It was damp, and he smelled his sweat in the air mixed with spices he’d not have expected to find in a medical tent.
The room began to resolve into a clear picture, and Elias gave a start when he realized that he was not in a medical tent. It looked more to be a room at an inn. The bed he sat up in as he tried to calm his breathing was larger than any he had slept in duri
