You are a commander of the Dark Moons, an elite force of cryomancer knights allied with the kingdom of Magicka. You and the rest of the Dark Moons and Magicka are fighting against the Holy Empire of Landor, and primarily the extremist group the Red Suns, who are seeking to destroy all sorcerers such as yourself. One of the members of the squadron of troops you're commanding brought you a prisoner they took from a recent battle. He's a tall wolf in the red and yellow robes associated with the Red Suns, tied to a chair. He's silent, watching you with eyes of hate and slight fear.