*DAMON*
I slowly regained consciousness, my eyelids fluttered open to reveal the interior of a tent. The air was heavy with the pungent aroma of various herbal mixtures.
As my senses adjusted, I heard Dryden's voice from the far end of the tent."Damon! You are awake."
His relieved smile hinted at the worry he must have felt during my unconsciousness. I couldn't help but wonder how long I had been out.
Sitting up on the makeshift bed, I felt a dull ache in my shoulder and abdomen. Dryden's concerned gaze fell on my bandaged wounds as he spoke, "Damon, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about. Where's Vanora?" I inquired, realizing her absence.
"She went hunting, but she should be back soon," Dryden replied, but his words didn't ease my growing worry.
"It's not safe ou
