Ailord woke up, looking at the wooden ceiling different from his previous room. Up there, it looked more beautiful with lovely carvings illuminated by balls of light now floating randomly in the room.
On the left side, there was a small table made of dark brown wood. The table looked so shiny with the elegant form typical of the elves. On it, there was a glass of water and a large wooden cup in a beautiful white color containing a transparent purple liquid.
Slowly he sat up, trying to move his body which had now returned to feeling comfortable and no longer as if it would burn alive. He reached for the glass of water, taking a sip of it that felt so fresh and cold, letting out a sigh of relief. Ailord glanced at the wooden cup, weighing whether he should drink it or not. Its appealing color indeed drew attention, but what if it tasted like swallowing medicine?
