Ali 1.1 - The Flames of Maelforge

I am unkindly shaken from my dreams and it takes me a moment to realize the dampness, and the smell of ash and smoke in the air are not remnants of the dream.  Even as I wake there is a haziness that reaches the corners of my vision.

Helen Brass shakes me again. “I can’t believe your here, Alisandrian.  Hurry!  There could still be people alive in the next jail cell.”

I sit up slowly, but even still my head throbs.  “Jail cell?” I ask as my eyes light on the bared door.  Beyond it I see the well of Lantern Hook, which at least suggests the dampness of the stone floor I’m nestled on.