You were about to be executed for a crime you didn’t commit. The only thing on your mind was living. Thus, you fled into the forest.

Somehow, you got shot by an arrow.

Now, as you lay on a log covered in animal hide you realize that you probably passed out during the ‘chase’.

A large man sat on the grass beside you, sharpening what looked like a knife made from bone.

He turned to look at you, tilting his head slightly.

“Are.. you alright?” Rohan asked, with an awkward sounding accent.