Rey dangled above the crackling campfire, the rope tied around his wrists and ankles biting into his skin.
The heat from the flames licked at his feet, and the acrid scent of smoke filled the air.
As he lost consciousness, the flickering light cast eerie shadows across his face.
Unbeknownst to him, a group of about twenty-five Kobolds: humanoid scaly creatures with sharp claws and hungry eyes: had stumbled upon his unconscious form.
With a mix of greed and hunger, they chattered excitedly, mistaking Rey for a potential feast.
Their beady eyes glistened with anticipation as they prepared to cook him over the fire, their crude cooking implements and makeshift utensils clattering in a frenzy.
When Rey finally came to, the oppressive heat of the fire was the first thing he felt. The once-flickering light had now intensified, casting a harsh glow over the camp.