An Unknown Quarters in Unknown Waters
Gwyneira woke with a start to the sound of splashing waves. She found herself in a dimly lit room with multiple hammocks. After a few seconds her eyes adjusted to the dark. To her right side lay a man that was bandaged. Upon closer inspection she saw his face and realized it was none other then the man she had saved by freezing him above water. Cicero Bladewalker. His armor and weapons were nowhere to be found. Even his gambeson had been removed leaving only a dark brown clothing.
To her left lay their unlikely ally. The cloaked man. His bags were gone and only his normal cloak hung nearby. When Gwyn went to look for her own supplies they were gone as well. From above she could hear the thudding of footsteps and men yelling. The creaking of boards was constant.
She tried to think through her splitting headache. She was extremely thirsty. But more than that. She craved something. It couldn't be the vial she had before, could it? As she continued pondering, the cloaked man began to stir. Apparently he had woken up as well. What would they make of the situation they were in now?
Suddenly, they heard the clang of metal on metal about twenty feet from their hammocks. Further down was a barred gate with a single shrouded figure behind it. Two arms hung through the gate and rested lazily between the bars.
Would they approach the figure or attempt to climb the stairwell? Or, perhaps something else entirely?