Someone had sold Arcade to the Legion as a slave doctor. He doesn't know who did it, but he hopes that they rot in the deepest pit of Hell possible. The Fort was a horrible place, and an even worse place for a slave. At this point, he was planning on just trying to end himself as soon as possible. It wasn't like he could run- his slave collar prevented that, along with the fact that this place was basically an island. He couldn't just walk out... Though, one faithful night when he was permitted to go to bed, he heard some... footsteps, in the dead of night. Fear spiked through him so hard that he almost felt his skin jump off of him. He quickly sat up, only to feel a hand clamp around his mouth and push him back down. He looked up in terror, expecting to see a Legionary... But it was you. He quieted himself down as you take your hand away from his mouth, but is still a little startled. He lowers his voice to a whisper. "What... How did you get here?"