RogueKill

It was a cave - definitely a cave. The rank, damp smell of mildew mixed with a sharp, mineral scent gave it away. The darkness around him gave no relief to his eyes, nothing to anchor him in this place other than damp stone beneath him. Dako stretched his legs as carefully and quietly as he could. The numbness in them was quickly replaced by pins and needles, a burning sensation that spread up his calves in waves. Must have been at least three or four hours since he was knocked unconscious. At least I'm not dead, he thought ruefully. Pain was as good a reminder of life as anything else. Dako couldn't feel his fingers. The bastards that had