<em>When the young elf awakes, she finds herself, surprisingly, unbound. Of course, she also finds herself weaponless and lacking any top, aside from bandages to cover her wounds, but, then, that can't have been entirely unexpected. She finds herself in a rather large tent of sorts- indicating, at the least, that whoever now hosts her presence is rather high ranking in the tribe. The possessions around are sparse, almost Spartan in nature, and she finds, to her dismay, no weapons, either. Her fine elven ears pick up the rather bored sighs of the sentries outside and the bustle around the tent. Judging by the light piercing the tent walls and the general lack of torches or lanterns within the tent, it must be about dusk.</em>