Elara stirred slowly to consciousness, her mind numb. As her eyelids fluttered open, she became aware of a softness beneath her that was completely foreign—no longer the cold, damp stone floor of the dungeon. A soft earthy aroma filled her nostrils unlike the rotting smell of the dungeons. Her fingers curled around the fabric of what felt like a bed. A soft plush bed. Her eyes snapped open, fully alert now, as she took in her surroundings.
The room she found herself in was vast, far larger than any she had ever been in before. The ceiling arched high above her, intricately carved with dark wood beams. Golden tapestries hung from the walls, each one rich in detail and depicting ancient battles she didn't recognize. The floor was covered in a thick, luxurious rug that looked like velvet. Across from the bed was a large, ornate fireplace with a roaring fire, its flames casting flickers of warmth throughout the room.
