Reecie slowly worked her way off the nasty cold floor. Her muscles ached, and she felt stiff. She had no idea how long she had laid there, but it must have been quite some time. she was sore, and hungry. She tried to clear the fog from her mind, but the voices began filling the room. Slowly, carefully, she made her way to the table, and sat down in the old chair.<br/><br/>Disoriented, confused and too stubborn to be frightened, she examined the items on the table. One by one she looked at each thing as the voices described them. What did it mean? Where was she? what was going on? and why only one item? The meat certainly was tempting, even to the vegetarian elf.  Trying to make sense of it all, she quietly listened to the voices.