Amphisbene awoke with a start. Her head was pounding, her knees ached and she had a small gash abose her left eyebrow, gushing blood into her eye. She took in her surroundings half-blindedly. She found herself in what seemed to be an ancient forest. The trees were immense and seemed to go on forever, the greenery was dense and she was a stone's throw from a little creek.
Amphisbene sluggishly struggled to her feet, before promptly falling down again, as her foot got entangled in a root. The sun was setting, and the orange glow of this enflamed sphere of gas was making her feel rather philosophical. Deciding not to risk standing up again and tripping, she crawled to the bank of the little creek, cupping her hands to drink from the clear water. She wished she had mushrooms to satisfy her hunger as her stomach was rumbling its discontent. Hearing a twig snap, her head turned abruptly in the direction the sound had come from. She slowly came out of her crouched position to stand and held her dagger at the ready. She had been expecting one of the machiavellic mushrooms to pounce on her, and was startled to find a fair, feminine looking man with slightly pointed ears staring at her and aiming his bow at her heart.