Chapter 1: I am Never Drinking Again...UGH

Garn tries to sit up, and stops for a moment as he feels momentarily dizzy. Once the feeling passes, he sits up the rest of the way and looks at the guard, "What happened last night?"

Garn will stand up slowly, testing his strength and muscles to make sure he took no permanent damage, "Fair enough, I suppose we will just have to wait for his arrival then. What's your name?"

I roll my eyes. Of course she would ask about her damned horse. "Is the commander on his way, then?"

I take a closer look around the tent, noting the location of anything I could find useful later. It's a habit. "Garn and Toshi... where are they?"

Toshi wakes and stretches, exposing his claws. No use hiding now. His hooded cloak, his arm and leg wrappings, everything that hides his true nature, gone. He looks warily at both the guard and Garn to gauge their reaction to seeing one of his race. The guard's unease is visible. And Garn?

Garn sees Toshi begin to stir and bends down to speak to him, "You alright? You look like I feel, so don't rush too much."

"I -I'm fine. Thank you, Garn." Toshi accepts the big man's help rising. "Where are our friends?"

Maia comes to with a start. "What... hap... Then the full force of her memories hit her, as do their implications.

"NO!" she screams, leaping out of bed and likely tearing a few stitches. Her hands begin moving frantically and her voice drops into a panicked, ritualistic chant.

First, she needs to bring Istariel back. Then she needs to find his Haven. Last, she must find out what occurred after her abrupt defeat... and why.

"I'm guessing they're in another tent," he says, then waits for confirmation from the guard, "Tom here says that the commander wants to speak with us after the healers finish looking us over."

"Healers...all right." Toshi inspects his own wounds, suppressing the urge to lick a gash on his forearm. "When you all rushed to the temple I followed Perrin. I tried to protect him but those nasty little buggers stuck him in the gut. What happened to you guys?"

Garn winces, "We were overwhelmed by kobolds at the temple. They were something else, something evil... They took something from the priest... They mentioned something about an orb... it's all very fuzzy right now."

He speaks slowly now, as if he's trying to describe a dream.

Noticing that I am still wounded, I use lay on hands to finish mending myself.