Arkain, an 8 foot green anthro-lizard, starts to leave a village when two people in dark robes from the shadows approach him. He stops wondering who they are. He can't see their faces. The black hood covers them. He catches the symbol of a eye on the back of ones robe. He gestures with his hand. "Can I help..." Before he can finish a black snack strikes his arm from the sleeve of one of them. He hits the ground hard. The bite immediately knocks him out. While out he cringes and flinches, when ever was in the knock out drugs fills his head with nightmares unlike hes had in a long time.<br/><br/>He walks up with a start. His eyes are open but things are dark. He keeps still he feels around. What going on. Were is he? His hands aren't bound.. The bed is soft and comfortable. His traveling coat is gone. Hes not to worried about that. This doesn't feel like a jail cell. He reaches up and takes off the blindfold. He looks around. HE can't believe what he sees. It looks like a sandstone room that they just carved it out of the stone. How strange. He looks at the bed sheets. He rubs them admiring the color. Wait its his favorite color. He looks at the bed its made out of cherry and looks around the small room. Why all this in here?<br/>He stands up and  looks around. The door. Its made out of wood. What up with all this cherry. He studies the door . It doesn't appear locked. He walks around some more. Its nice and comfortable. Somethings strange. Where is the light coming from. This makes no sense. Hes dreaming again. Thats it. He is just imagining all this. But this is all so real. Maybe, he should open the door but he is afraid to. He is half expecting someone or something to come through it.