Chapter 184: Hell, Part 1
The smell of the sea filled his nostrils as Telmé woke, followed by old wood and fish. Where in the names of the Three was he? What had happened?
Telmé sat upand was jerked back down as the chains binding him to the floor and wall on proved too short for any real movement. The room seemed to rock, and he could hear the familiar creak of a ship, the distant sound of voices rattling off the jargon used by sailors.
Why was he on a ship? The last thing he recalled was turning down Princess Emeresa's amorous offer.
Someone had grabbed him. Drugged him with demonsbane and he hazily remembered something else being done to him, but could not be certain. Why? What was going on? Panic took over, and he began to thrash about, jerking and pulling and twisting.