***
Aren stirred from beneath the covers. Her injuries had been healed and her body felt refreshed to match the fact that she had just come out from a delightful nap but she retained a deep frown on her face. Partly because of the events that had transpired and what she had learned about Evian but largely because she knew her sleep was a magical kind.
She could still 'taste' the energy signature unique to the one who had cast the spell on her and she knew instantly that it was not someone from her camp. It was not someone affiliated to her and Cardinal Lillian Krion.
She looked around the room she was in and did not recognize it but it didn't take long, thanks to deductive reasoning, for her to posit a guess on whose home Evian had brought her to.
