Sword of Gaerus 1-2
Gorec dreamt of a beautiful waitress in a high class tavern he once visited. He longed to look into her eyes. He wanted to feel her soft skin. He wanted to kiss her angelic lips. He tried to move closer to her, but he could not. He struggled and strained to move; he felt trapped. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. He awoke from his dream. Gorec tried to get up, but the confined feeling he felt in his dream had followed him into reality. He looked around to find the cause of discomfort. He noticed he was strapped to a table, much like a rack. His arms and legs where stretched out, but they had many ropes attached to them. How long was he out? How did he get this way? The last thing he remembered was fighting a man who dared to interfere with his business, then he remembered he didn’t finish his fight, he didn’t dispatch the insolent cur who had dared to oppose him. He realized his attacker had knocked him out, then he saw his host; bandaged and very unhappy.