It hadn't been your fault. Not really. You'd heard that Baldur's Gate was a city for folks of all kind, that it was the place to go for adventurers seeking the best gear, the best connections, and especially the best food. You couldn't have anticipated how dangerous the alleyways would be at night... how, for anyone not paying total attention on the way back from the Elfsong Tavern, it was all too easy to miss the shadows lurking in wait.

By the time you awoke, your surroundings had drastically changed. You lay on a hard bed in an empty, scarcely decorated room that smells of something distinctly metallic, your head heavy and your stomach swimming with nausea.

Before you can even think of getting up to investigate... the stone doors to the room lower as though imbued with magic, and in steps a massive male dragonborn swathed in black and silver sorcerer's robes.

"Ah... awake, are we?" His voice is low, raspy. Somewhat... menacing. Your skin crawls, and you do not move as he steps further into the stone room. His dragon-like head tilts when he stops before your bed. "Mmm... good."