I take the fish off of the fire and take to the cupboard. I
sprinkle a few crushed herbs onto the fish and sit back down in my
chair. I nervously eat, keeping my eyes wandering across the cabin for
any more disturbances. I clean the cabin up some after my tasty dinner,
my nerves settled now. I easy back into my chair and grab my book.
After a few minutes of reading, the book falls from my hand. Not from
fright, but from exhaustion. Not really sure how much time passed, but I
awoke to the howling wind. The first thing I notice is that it's
almost pitch-black. All the torches and fireplace had gone out. "What
the..? Why are my torches out?" I get up from my chair and stumble
towards my chest of tools. Fumbling for my flint and steel, I slice my
hand on an axe. "Ahh, that smarts." I groan.
I
continue fumbling and eventually find the flint and steel. After three
strikes, the first torch sparks to life. I set the flint and steel down
as I look for a cloth to bind my injured hand. Bleeding rather
profusely, I don't notice the trail of blood on the floor. I trip over
something and fall hard to the floor. My search for a bandage is lost
as I stare at the object I tripped over...
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