Ede was laying amidst moldy straw and could barely swallow with the dryness of her throat. She was so frail, her once willowy figure almost one of a skeleton. She did not know how long she had been in the orc's camp, all the days were blurring together. She wasn't sure if it had been weeks, months, seconds, years. It felt like one agonizing moment to her. She looked up at the sky and murmured some prayers. Please, save me. Furley needs me. Please, help me to be strong so I can support him.
She felt the tears blind her vision and closed them, shivering in her ragged clothing. Breathlessly she said, "Someone help..."
