You start to wake. Your head throbbing. What hit you? Your vision is blurry as you realize you’re chained to the wall. You struggle as a figure walks into view. A green skinned orc holding a knife.

“The poor excuse of an adventurer is awake. What do you have to say for yourself?”

They say as they approach the bars of your cell. Chuckling at your predicament. They’re getting a kick out of your struggle.

“King Gorm will be happy with your capture.”