When Liminel opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the jungle, she was in sort of room, or a closed off areas rather, the walls were just beastskins and piece of fabric strung in the likeness of walls, there was no ceiling per-se, looking up, she could see the top of the large tent she was.
A tent.
'I am damned' she thought to herself, this was, without the shadow of a doubt, the dirt-blood camp.
And right now, she was tied to a chair, which was itself bolted to the ground, her limbs couldn't move at all, but the rest of her body, particularly her neck and head were as tightly restrained, a shame considering that those parts were pretty much useless to get out of here.
Her injuries seemed to have healed a decent amount, at the very least, her forearms weren't hurting at all, though she felt some discomfort at her throat, it also seemed to have healed fully, elves had a faster natural regeneration than humans, but this was definitely still much faster than usual.
