Awaken

You awoke, warm, and a little wet... down there.

Raising your head, you noticed that you were wrapped in a bundle of raggish cloaks, and the band of bandits had increased by two. They stood near the extinguished fire, bickering.

"Do you know how much you can get for dragon scales?" One of the new ones shouted.

"Of course," said the large one. "But there's nothing worth more than a willing wench by your side."

"This isn't just any wench. It's a fucking drake." Another said.

"Shouldn't it be bigger?"

"It's just a young drake."

"Aye, but it fucks like a beast," declared the large one.

Finally, the smaller one you sucked yesterday spoke up. "What if we take her to that one dragon researcher in Arelden? He might offer a lot for her alive."

"Arelden's not far..."

"And we can have some fun on the road. You'll see what we're talking about then," agreed the large one.

The conversation started to simmer down, and you considered your options. You'd love more of... what happened yesterday. But... one of them wanted to skin you. And it seemed like you were their prisoner—being taken to some human researcher? There was no telling what would happen to you there.

You looked at the ledge you entered the camp from. You could dash away from them now, while they were distracted.