Groan-
Flint woke up with a groan.
Not a scratch on his body.
Some light, slightly noisy, morning.
And-
Kind of bare.
Like nothing.
Not even underwear.
Amanda was also next to him.
Clothed-
Fully.
Meaning-
'Then something's wrong with me, huh?'
What was he even doing last night?
Hunting?
On a quest-
A wraith-
'Oh yeah, he took over and…'
And Flint had struck a deal of sorts?
He couldn't recall the details but he could definitely remember striking a deal.
But what happened afterwards?
His body was fine-
But he did have a headache-
"Argh…" With another groan he sat down, hanging his feet.
Something else was also dangling but the door was closed and so was the window, so no harm done.
"You're up…." Amanda woke up.
Perhaps she wasn't asleep to begin with?
"I am. You okay?"
