Foul Intentions

After an unknown period of time, the red-haired woman slowly started to gain consciousness. She gradually opened her eyes, her vision initially blurry.

The first thing that she saw was a ceiling made of dried straw supported by wooden beams. The walls were made of wattle, and their surface was uneven. The floor was simply packed earth.

"Where am I?" She muttered under her breath.

The last thing she remembered was being chased by her pursuers. She had managed to fight them off, but in that process, she had gotten grievously injured. Then, she was ambushed by a group of mortal bandits who had managed to injure her even further.

She couldn't even begin to believe that a Magus of her caliber would be done in by a band of measly bandits who didn't know a thing about mana.

But it couldn't be helped. Her pursuers were a very formidable group of people. She nearly died trying to escape from them. Thus, she had been severely weakened.