The wind was soft on his face, he put his hand out and felt his surroundings. 'Where am I?' Fillbert asked himself, 'Guys?' he blinked and stood up. His surroundings had changed, he was no longer on the mountain. 'It's about time you got up.' Fillbert's vision was blurred, so he didn't see who was talking until they approached him, a weathered-faced man came into focus. ' I was beginning to wonder whether you were really dead or sleeping.' His saviour looked rather tall from Fillbert's point of view, he was beginning to get curious. 'Well, I did get hit on the head with a rock...' he muttered, 'Where are the others?' the man appeared confused,' Others?' he asked Fillbert.
'There were three others with me before I passed out, we were travelling together.' he replied to the man. 'Where are they now?'
'I didn't see anybody else around when I picked you up... you must be a dwarf, no?' the man smiled, changing the point of the conversation.
'Yes, I am a dwarf... but what are you?' Fillbert asked. The man raised an eyebrow and gave his reply, 'I am human, are dwarves not educated about the outside world and what creatures it holds?'
'We're barely educated at all.'
The man laughed and shrugged Fillbert's answer away, 'You have much to learn.' he chuckled, 'Come with me, we'll get you into some new clothes.'
Fillbert blushed, realising that he was only wrapped in a towel beneath the bed cover. 'Are you sure there was nobody else around when you picked me up?' he sniffed, 'Only, I was beginning to get quite attached to them.'
The man's tough, lined face looked even more tense when he said this.
There it is, how is it? Please give me some feedback. I'd love to know if it's suitable and if the fantasy theme is to overused to get it published when it's finally finished. ;)