Kolan awakens somewhere in the woods to the sound of distant drums. Getting his bearings, he finds himself in a strange position for someone just recovering from unconsciousness: he's upright and his arms are suspended above his head. Looking up, he sees his arms are in shackles. Between the shackles, a chain loops over a tree branch above his head. It's the shackles and chain that have been holding him upright. His arms ache as if he's been hanging there a while. Now that he's conscious, by stretching his legs, he can barely reach his toes to the ground and take some of the weight off his aching arms.
Kolan determines that he's not wearing any clothes at all, but some of his worst wounds have been bandaged with dirty rags. Looking around him, he determines he's in a small clearing. There is small a campfire in the middle with a pot of some foul-smelling black liquid bubbling atop the fire. A single, bored-looking orc leans against a tree across the clearing. An unusually pale dwarf in a greasy-looking black tunic stands next to the fire, holding a sharp metal rod right over the flames. Seems he's been heating the rod for some time, as its end glows orange.
As Kolan moves to take the weight off his arms, the dwarf looks up at him. “Awake, eh Human? Good. It's time to talk now. Tell me about the army you're bringing here...”
[Kolan apparently received some sort of healing while he was unconscious. He has 8 hp now (9 damage)]








