The first thing Vael noticed when he opened his eyes was that he did not recognize where he was. Above him was a plain and bare ceiling, made of heavy wood. A faint hint of lavender filled the air, blending with the fresh scent of the place. He slowly sat up, a dull ache in his muscles reminding him of the chaotic situation he had just gone through.
The room was modest but cozy. A simple wardrobe was positioned against one wall, the doors ajar enough to suggest neatly folded linens inside. Beside the bed had been a small table with a single clay bowl of steaming porridge. The rich, warm scent assailed him, and his stomach rumbled audibly.
