Quest

Chapter 15

I woke up suddenly, feeling a strong sense of deja vu. I was spending too many mornings not knowing where I was waking up.

And speaking of, I was in a bedroom. A nice one, at that. A candle flickered in the corner, casting an orange haze throughout the room. Terra was lying on a pleasantly decorated bed a few feet away, asleep.... or dead?

"Terra!" I hissed. "Terra, wake up."

She groaned and stirred in her sleep. Ok, not dead. Just deep into sleep. That was something. I leaned up, but a needle of pain forced its way up my good arm. I looked down to see that my broken arm had been rebandaged and the other was wrapped around the wrist. It wasn't broken, maybe straind or some shit like that. Nice. I propped myself against the bed and swung my legs over so that I coulda awkwardly but successfully lean upright. Other than the arms, I was doing alright. I could feel a few bruises, but was more than happy to find that I was actually mobile.

I stood up and looked around. I think I might have been so completely confused that the fact that I had gone from near death on the side of a stormy mountain to a quaint bedroom made sense sort of? Something was missing though...

"Warner!" I called out, suddenly noticing the absence of my fallen comrade. I made an attempt for the door, but couldn't quite get at the knob, what with the two broken hands and all. It was ok, though, because the knob decided to turn itself and opened to...

...Warner?

"WARNER!" I yelled, throwing myself at him. I tried to turn it into a hug, but needed to stop trying to do things that required function arms.

"Eve! You're awake," he grinned.

"Uh, yeah," I shook my head and looked him up and down. "You look... alive?"

He shrugged. "Orcs are tough. What can I say? Strong bones."

Made sense. "Ok, also, where are we?"

He nodded again. "About that..."

"Is that a voice I hear?" some woman called from elsewhere in the building we were in.

I raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried."

"Nope, we're all set," Warner assured me. I trusted him but also had no idea what was going on.

A female dwarf came out from around the corner. People liked to joke that female dwarves had beards because of some old wives' tale, but that was ridiculous and false. Of course they didn't have beards. "Sweetie!" she called out as she walked down the hall. She was older, not quite elderly, and had a warm face.

"Hi?" I said, sounding about as confused as I was.

"You must be all sorts of worried," the dwarf said. "Don't worry, Warner's brought me all up to speed on where you came from. Your poor mother..."

"Yeah....."

"Well, no need to worry any longer. You're more than welcome to use the twins' room for as long as you need to."

"The twins?"

She smiled again and motioned down the hall from where she came. "How about we make some tea and have a chat?"

I eyeballed Warner, who nodded back with an assured look on his face. I looked back to the dwarf. "Sure, let's tea."

She walked us down the hall and into a living room. From what I could tell, we were in a pretty standard suburban house that was decorated with all sorts of trinkets. It was all pretty quaint and warm, very grandmother-y. Something seemed off though. I didn't know what it was, but it felt off.