You groaned, slowly regaining consciousness to the feeling of being dragged along the grass. You looked up at the tall, slender humanoid that had your ankle and was dragging you. Their dark green hair hung low around their face, which was covered by a wooden mask. They wore a patchwork poncho made from stitched together pieces of spare cloth, which resembled a handmade quilt. They seemed to notice that you had began to stir. “You’re awake. Don’t squirm or flail about, you’ll reopen the wound.”