A Pretty Flower
A few days later, Kace finally woke up feeling refreshed. It seemed like he had been transferred to a new room. Where before there was a blurry stone ceiling above him, there was now the bark of a tree. He turned his head to the sides to discover that it was not actually a room, so to speak. A circular opening gave him the impression of being inside a hollowed-out area of a tree.
The bed was made of ornate wood, while a pile of straggly soft leaves served as his mattress. A thin but warm layer of red coloured leaves was held together by some means to make a blanket. There was a bit in wardrobe to the wall, its door lay ajar to reveal his clothing and armour. Sylvan also stood quietly against them.