All Is Fair in Hate
"How did I get here?" How did you get here? You don't even remember an inn. You can't seem to make sense of anything. You don't even recall Rella or her son!
"The villagers here found you about a half mile off, lying in a pile of muck along the side of the road. You were out cold, bruised up, scratched and scraped, looking absolutely like death itself." The Rella shuddered, white curls falling over her shoulders and caressing her fingers as they worked.
"I was hurt?"
"Well obviously girl! Don't ask me how. I don't know how you got hurt. Ask yourself!" She looked up, blazing blue eyes catching your own. Rella froze then, her eyes softened.
"The villagers here found you about a half mile off, lying in a pile of muck along the side of the road. You were out cold, bruised up, scratched and scraped, looking absolutely like death itself." The Rella shuddered, white curls falling over her shoulders and caressing her fingers as they worked.
"I was hurt?"
"Well obviously girl! Don't ask me how. I don't know how you got hurt. Ask yourself!" She looked up, blazing blue eyes catching your own. Rella froze then, her eyes softened.