Farin opened her eyes to stare at a burlap bag. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the remaining clouds from it, and also to bring the sky back into focus. Nothing happened. Slowly, memory dawned back on her.
She had gotten up from bed, if only to pace around a bit to tire herself out, when everything had gone black.
Remembering this, Farin started to fidget. She was trying to find the opening of the bag. No luck. However, when rolling around a bit, she had felt two other bags with objects in them next to her. Suddenly a thought sprang to mind. What if whatever had her in this bag had gotten other people from the company? Calm down, she told herself. The bags are probably full of rocks. The thought did nothing to comfort her. She had a sinking feeling that other members of the Company were captive. She heard rustling nearby.
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Do not trifle with Dragons, as you are small, and crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.
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