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"Gelebor, Vythur, is anyone there. Hello?"

Alone and forgotten, a figure stirs in her darkened room.
She fumbles at her clothing, armour from the olden times, days past still fresh still in her mind.
Something warm at her side, a wound. Not serious, but troubling none the less.

A noise catches her attention, creaking and the faint sound of water running in the distance.

"Is anyone there? Please answer me."

Standing with a pained effort, she recalls the layout of the room and beyond, and starts to make her way to the door. Feeling the stonework under her fingers.

"I must find someone, surely I am not alone here..."