MOUNTAIN CITY
Aihola stretched luxuriantly on the silk sheets of the bed she lay in. Her eyes fluttered open, a look of contentment on her face at feeling the soft sheets against her skin. As the memories of the last few hours came rushing back, her eyes sprang open quickly and she sat up in the bed with a start. She inhaled sharply when she saw Tarifa sitting on the large bed lotus style, her eyes nearly aglow in the dim light of the coming morning.
"Good morning." Tarifa spoke softly. Aihola looked around quickly, her Drow warrior instincts lighting off and Tarifa took notice of this. "You are safe Aihola. You are in my home."
Aihola turned back to her. "Safe!" She hissed. "Your Dragoons raped and beat me! I will never be safe among your kind!"
"The Dragoons who assaulted you are dead!" Tarifa stated flatly. "They were scum of the vilest sort. I had you brought to my home, and here you will be safe."
