Katarina and Diend finally woke up. It was bright. It took them a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. When they tried to move their arms, they realised that they had their arms tied at the wrist behind their backs.
While Katarina continued to struggle, Diend stared ahead.
The source of the light was a raging fire. Around it, several other elves were busy maintaining the fire. They had similar features to Diend and Katarina, but these elves had scars all across their bodies. Not just scars from hunting or battle, but burn scars. Not once had they met elves outside of their own tribes.
They were inside a cage similar to the ones they would use to store wild beasts.
Katarina shifted closer to Diend, whispering, "Versy pinc." [Stay close.]
"Wopki-io zacc?" Diend asked. [Who are they?]
"Ort-zi harul," Katarina replied. [Don't know.]
