When she woke the first thing she realized was that she could no longer smell the spicy, intoxicating scent of pine, nor was she lying on the hard forest floor.  The second thing she realized was that Scabior was not with her, but she was covered in his leather trench and nothing else.  She sat up, realizing she was laying on a ratty cot in a small, musty cellar, one that smelled of the braids of garlic hanging from the ceiling. 