Morthax

The first thing she noticed was the smell of her own hair. Someone had washed and brushed it when she had been completely knocked out, washed away the smell of blood and sweat from her body. She didn't open her eyes just yet, but concentrated on figuring out where she was and why. The ground she laid on was soft, some kind of rather rough fabric. She tried to rub the floor with her hands, but couldn't do so. She couldn't move her arms, they were tightly crossed under her breasts. Finally she decided to take a look around and opened her eyes carefully. Everything was pitch dark, and she rolled her eyes and pushed herself on her feet. Only now