Iona brushed her hands on the inside and found herself… naked. She was covered till her neck with the bedroll and blanket, but she blushed a thousand shades of red observing that she was without clothes. She slid beneath the blanket a bit more.
"Oh good!" the man replied and sagged with relief.
"Wh— who are you?" she asked in her hoarse voice.
"I am Rolfe Cranan Aramaer, the youngest son of Edyrm Cranin Aramaer, the King of Galahar. And at the moment you are in the camps on the southside of Galahar," he said while still staring at her. "And you?"
