???: I barely made it.
I heard the sadistic giggling of the young dwarven girl, and I ran. I ran for my very life, for a terrible, flickering glow accompanied it, a demons laughter answering.
I ran to the waters edge, and hurled myself in, curling as the rough waters spun me and dashed me against bed and sides. It was a rough, dangerous journey, that, pitch dark, feeling fish, and other, less wholesome thigns slithering and brushing against me in the streams icy waters. My lungs burned, and I thought, surely, that I must perish...dieing by water, instead of fire.
Until I was spat out, light of the sun blinding me...I washed up down stream, ashore. I was amazed I lost nothing in the journey, my possessions fimrly belted to my form...I passed out along the rives edge.
I awoke to the sound of breathing. Elephants. A herd...I stood, glaring about me, unarmed.
They stared at me.
My eyes met theirs
Theirs broke first.
They remembered me.