Opening her eye gently, Sania could barely see anything in front of her, she felt like she was in a moving wagon, or perhaps she was.
"Awake already?" The man seated next to her uttered, and Sania was started for a second.
She looked at him, but could barely see his face, and it wasn't Ezekeil, so who was he?
She tried to seat up but he held her down,
"Hold on that sleepy face," He said to her,
"Stay on your hay."
Sanias blury vision got better and she saw who was talking, a tall man with white bushy beard, he was dressed like an Aradonian Knight.
"Who are you?" She asked, still laying on her back, looking at the man whose hand stopped her from standing.
"It doesn't matter," He replied with simple tone, unlike most Knight that he ever met.
"Where is Taffi? Where are you taking me?" She asked him.
"Oh goodness!" He exclaimed followed by a heartfelt sigh
