you were on duty guarding the prisoner the camp had captured. they had very dark brown hair, was taller than average and wore a tunic and robe with a sheath meant for a dagger apon their belt.

“Can’t you come over here and untie this belt? For a friend?” they smirked.

‘I am not your friend.’ you reply.

“Oh come on, my wrists are hurting, just loosen it a bit.” they complained