Scavo awoke again, his body aching in pain. Opening his eyes, he was only met with darkness.
“At least I’m still alive.”
He said to no one in particular. His voice echoed back, indicating he must be in a cave of some sort. If he listened closely, he could hear the drips of water further along the cavern walls.
Scavo’s wound was magically healed, though roughly. But well, what’s a few more scars under his scales. They did leave him without any clothes.
He stood up and walked, his hand on the cavern walls to guide him.
“Let’s meet my savior.”
Second in a series of short stories about my Adventurers League character, Scavo Dreamclaw, a black dragonborn soldier.