Chapter 59: Priestess Snow

Sethlzaar blinked against the brightness. The action was slow, bereft of enthusiasm. He laid on a soft cushion, a bed unlike the one he had placed his head on the past few months.

Turning his head, he surveyed his environment. It smelled of herbs, reminding him of Father Jenael and the priest's room in the seminary. This room, however, was small enough to contain one bed upon which he laid, but large enough to hold two, perhaps three, before becoming congested. The light that sought to blind him came from the window above his head. It was taller than it was wide. It was also the only window t