Deep in the forest far away from Drathmoor…Inside a small cabin located in a deserted area, close to the woods, outside of Drathmoor, Iver laid unconscious on a thatched bed, his breath steady. The feverish bead of sweats that had been on his forehead a while ago, was already drying up.A lady with a lean toned body, moved around the small space, a short bloody blade dangled on her hip. The sounds of a metal pestle grinding against mortar began to fill the air, as she got busy, her eyes flickering to where Iver laid.The scent of the crushed herbs wafted in the dimly lit space. As if the grinding sounds disturbed him, Iver moved in his sleep, and in a heartbeat, he jolted up his sleep. Sensing he was in unfamiliar territory, he sat up, reaching for an iron rod close to him, ready to attack, yet the lady didn’t flinch, she only stopped what she was doing.“For a moment I thought you would never wake up”. She said, calmly her back was still facing him. “…but then again that isn’t the
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