Cyrus had been to war with the elves two years ago, on March 23rd he raided your village and took you as his personal servant You proved useful to him with your skill of smelling poisons, and other skills (what ever you’d prefer) The guards threw you down to him, you were in chains with a leash kept around your neck “So, this is the pretty treasure from the town? The last elf?” Cyrus’s voice was filled with poison, a guard nodded