No luck for poor Aaralon...

Aaralon groggily regained consciousness as he began to awake from his concussion. He moaned as his body ached and felt as if he had run for miles and miles. He cracked open his eye and a green haze filled his vision. He tried to focus and as he looked he saw a green stone.

It was then that it all came back! Master Memp, the caves, the dwarf, the goblins… who held the green stone from earlier! His eyes shot open at the thought and he tried to sit up but didn’t get very far as his arms pulled him back. He hazily looked over at his arm and saw the short and very crude chains that grasped his wrists and held him to what looked like stone floor. As he looked around further though he saw that he was raised on a stone slate. He grew even more confused and frantically looked taking in all the details of where he was.

It looked as though he was in a small circular chamber. He looked around and saw only one way in or out and everywhere else, except for one little mat with what looked to be crudely carved bowls on it, it was more stone. He surmised he was still in the cave… the cave! Where the goblins were! They must have captured him! If anything else had found him why would he be bound to this stone table. Then again he wondered if the goblins really did capture him why would he still be alive and not food by now?

Then, a noise… a clicking sound from the stone hall…