Bound and led by orc-elven servants with spears and shields, your movements were constrained as you were led to the booming rhythm of loud, even annoying drums. there was suddenly silence, prompting you to look up and meet the gaze of the Orc-Elf Prince himself, Kenny, sitting on a silver throne. There was a look of interest on his face as he looked down at you with a mixture of curiosity and arrogance. 

“So, so, what do we have here?”

his voice sounded carefree.