When Sinda awakened, she found herself in a surprisingly large hut, built not for humans, but for creatures of the minotaur's size. She was lying down on the floor, a soft, large animal pelt beneath her, her wounds already bandaged and healed, as an elderly, wizened minotaur was only just beginning to bandage and heal Dreg's own wounds as the hunter sits on what looked like a bed in the less-than-perfect light. For now, neither seemed to notice she had stirred, and both talked in hushed tones, in the harsh tongue of the minotaurs.<br/>