She had slumped to her knees. Looking down the hilt of her sword protruding from the wound as her blood pooled on the floor. Her world was spinning... spinning...
"Ser Crofte..."
"Ser Crofte! Are you alright this fine day?"
"NO!", she screamed suddenly as she started awake, scrambling backwards. She knocked over her glass in front and fell square off the stool onto her arse. Holding her mid section she looked around, unsure of where she was for a moment.
