Lena's eyes creaked open.
Sun was filtering in from across the room, through lacy curtains. She flinched away from it like it was fire. Her head pounded, her mouth was dry. Her shoulders, jaw, and knees hurt considerably.
Looking down at herself, she realized that she was naked, and tangled up in silk sheets. The room she was in was scattered with armor, clothing, and undergarments, as well as a few empty ale tankards.
Holding her throbbing head, she turned over. Beside her was an enormous, dark-haired Antivan human. He had a neat goatee and fetching tattoos. He was sleeping peacefully with one arm thrown over her.
Then there was a noise. Someone groaned.
On the other side of the human, Zevran sat up slowly, also clutching his head. He was also completely unclothed, and a line of mouth-shaped bruises edged down his throat. His blonde hair stuck up strangely in places, and there were, curiously, bits of twigs and leaves stuck in it.
He groaned, looking down at the human blearily, then over to her. When his eyes fell on her, he smiled his wicked smile, one eyebrow arching. He cleared his throat.
"Ah. Welcome to Antiva, my dear." He said finally.