Zehra Flint could feel the warm but yet delicate april sun, although she has no idea what time it is. Morning or noon? Either way it doesn't really pay a big important role considering the unfavourable position she found herself into.
To get into proper specifications, she isn't in her room although this place is comfortable. The windows a couple of meters near, seem to be coated with metal bars from the outside, and Flint can only see another wall a few meters behind the bars.
Which gives a bit of a hunch that the lady is a prisoner here, considering not remembering just how the hell she got here.
Apart from all of that, this room isn't that bad. The lady woke up over a nice comfortable bed, on the right she found nice luxurious food such as hawk meat accompanied by sliced bread and bo
