Aaron

Aaron awakens, face pressed to the hard stone floor. Seeing nothing but blackness, he fumbles around him to orient himself and reaches instinctively for his sword.

What had happened? Where was he? The sound of a woman crying in the dark reminds him jarringly of his young charge.

"Xylia?" he whispers loudly.

At the sight of an orange glow in the distance he remains prone and silent as he listens to two men converse.