When Selene woke up, she'd find herself in quite the troubling situation.
The first thing she'd notice (before even her vision returned) was the air. It was stuffy, thick. Almost as if she was in a cave. It also smelled like a subtle combination of meat and goblin.
After her eyes adjusted, she'd see that she was in a tent, and the ground beneath her was rough, yet somewhat smooth-over stone. Any attempt to move would reveal that she was shackled to an iron post in the ground by her neck, ankles, and wrists.
Her body would be sore, covered in bruises and scarred over cuts that were't on her before she fell unconscious. She was spattered all over with a dried layer of her own blood, indicating it'd been quite some time since she'd been captured.
Facing away from her, seated at a goblin-sized table, was Smed. It looked like he was busy writing something down.