A quick rest

To my surprise, I started drifting off to sleep. I was too exhausted to fight it, and I knew I needed my strength for when the time came to escape...

It was dark outside when I woke up. A couple of torches crackled, sending a dimmed light that illuminated the tent somewhat. I could hear the steady, deep breathing of my captor. She was obviously asleep.

I quietly moved around and got up. The tent was bare except for a few chairs, a desk and her bed. Her armor was thrown on one of the chairs along with, I couldn’t help but notice, her loincloth.

It seemed like the perfect time to scout the tent... or was it better to look around the camp?