The only thing I could see was darkness, so I had to rely on someone's other senses to navigate. I was being led into some house of some sort and I almost tripped a few times but I was roughly yanked backwards before I could stumbled. I gritted my teeth, refraining from speaking. The ground under my boots was smooth and the air was heavy with the scent of wet wood and also of ale, lots of ale and if I smelled closely, I think I could perceive the stench of vomit in the air.
I heard a chair squeal against the floor and then before I knew it I, a heavy hand descended on my shoulder forcing me to sit. Then the huge sack that had been placed on my head was suddenly removed and I had to close my eyes at the brightness that invaded my sight.
