C27 Chapter 27

Adda sat cross legged on the grass mats, her back propped against the provided trunk, too wary to sit upon the bed. The wood was rough, and there was a knot on one of the boards that dug into her shoulder. The fire had fluttered into non-existence, and with the curtain covering the opening, the little space was almost completely black. The only hint of light came from the distant communal fire