Halsin groaned, the pains of his body coming into focus as his mind woke from sleep.

He checked his body for injuries. He still had cuts and bruises but was nowhere near as injured as when he passed out. Some of his worse wounds had been tended. He had a set of chains around his ankles and wrists.

He struggled to move, searching the area. This was not where he had fallen asleep, bloody and dying at the gate of the ruined Grove. He searched the area wildly. His eyes landed on a figure. You.