You awake, still drugged, bleary in the night,
the chill night and stone slab you rest are drawing away the heat from
your naked body, and you limbs seem bound with.. braided vines?
You become aware of rhythmic chanting, rising then falling again.
A figure stands before the others wearing white robes and a sash of
mistletoe; a bronze sickles catches the moonlight.
A fire before him begins to grow in intensity, and you can see a large
wicker structure in the shape of a beast. Some type of dragon?
No, the form is much squatter and with a more specialized mouth..
In the distance a wolf begins to howl.