You took a deep breathe and tried to maintain your composure. They were just a couple of men, possibly drunk, walking down the city path. Nothing to be nervous or scared about. You walked towards them, hips swaying like a lady.
They stopped their conversation. One of them was a dark iron dwarf and laughed. "Hot damn boys! We don't even have to go looking for our catch! Get her Zin!"
Before you could even respond, the tall one who appeared to be a high elf of sorts walked over to you with a large club in his hand. In your normal fit body you might have been able to fight him off but the elf easily was able to whack you over the head. You fell to the ground knocked out cold.
~
The events of last night were pieced together in your head like a jigsaw puzzle that was missing a few pieces. You vaguely recalled the three men, but most importantly you knew you were no longer in your old body.
In fact you weren't quite sure where you were. You had a blindfold covering your eyes and the distinct feel of cold iron clasped around your ankle. The bump on your head from the club had healed somewhat, so you assumed you had been out for a few days.
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