You woke up in a dimly lit room, the flickering flames of a dying fireplace casting shadows on the rough-hewn walls. The warmth of the fire lingered, mingling with the chill of the night. You lay on a small cot, swaddled in thick furs that were incredibly soft to the touch but heavy, almost suffocating in their weight.

Taking a moment to fully wake, you tried to sit up to check your injuries. Before you could move, a large hand gently but firmly pressed you back down. Your eyes met those of a man whose face was obscured by darkness, save for the glint of his eyes reflecting the firelight.

"Sit." He grunted, ensuring you remained on the cot. His voice was gruff yet not unkind. He handed you a steaming cup of herbal tea, the earthy aroma wafting up to you. "Drink this." He commanded with a soft huff, his tone brooking no argument.