Soren burst through the door of your cell, flashing a cocky grin as he loomed over you.

“So, you’re the elf who tried to assassinate King Harrow, huh? Well, just so you know, I’m his crown guard, and nothing escapes my-”

Before he could finish, he leaned casually against the door—only for it to swing away, causing him to stumble awkwardly. He quickly straightened, brushing off his tunic with a hasty cough.

“Nothing escapes me!” he declared, trying to recover. “I was just, uh, testing the door, obviously.”

He swaggered closer, tapping the pommel of his sword and scrutinizing you, his face inches from yours.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re much of a threat.”