<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Barb2_by_booster_yoshy3-d8dkqsz.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sarah Burkhart</span></strong><br/>Human Barbarian 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261062.msg12964575#msg12964575)<br/>HP 15/15<br/>AC 14 (Unarmored; wearing potato sack top and thong)<br/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Ute's House<br/><strong>Date and Time</strong>: Day 3 - Morning<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The phrase "slept like a log" had never described Sarah better than last night. The previous day's bizarre ordeals had left her drained, to say the least, and she barely managed to flop down on the makeshift bed before she was out cold. She didn't so much as roll over once through the whole night. Much of that was physical exhaustion, but perhaps a part of her also wanted to see if sleep would sort this all out... and if she would wake up back in her old bed. But of course, when consciousness finally wormed its way back into her brain, she had no such luck. It didn't take long for the cold and discomfort to let her sleep-fogged brain know that.<br/><br/>Still. She was feeling much better now that she had gotten a good night's sleep; the pain was gone, she actually felt up to walking, and she thought she could actually ask some coherent questions if she really tried. And today, maybe she could get some proper answers. Sarah rubbed her eyes, pushed herself to her feet, stretched, and got to looking for signs of life. She still wasn't sure this wasn't a dream - she wasn't quite awake enough for that, and everything that had happened certainly felt like one. She'd had stranger dreams before. None seemed quite so long, though.<br/><br/>All she knew was that the sooner she got to doing something, the better she'd feel about this mess. Time to get on the road... as soon as someone tells her where that road is.