"On your feet." A guard hisses at you through the bars of the prison cell. "Executioner Darkleer wishes to see you."

You stand up from the cot with effort, the restraints around your ankles and wrists making it hard to keep your balance, as the Executioner steps into the cramped room. He has to bow his head to make it through the door with how absolutely huge he is.

"You are sentenced to be executed in two days." He speaks in a grave tone after a few seconds. "I came down here personally, because I've never seen such a buzz for some lowblood. You caused quite the stir, riling up the masses after that Signless mutt was taken out."

You bare your teeth at him, but Darkleer doesn’t miss a beat. After all, you’re much smaller than him, and chained to the wall. “But I was thinking.” He continues, clearing his throat. “That perhaps your skills could be put to good use instead. I do need a servant to clean my boots and such.”

He pauses, but as you feel your blood boiling, he leans closer and lowers his voice. “I need help finding someone. The Disciple of the Signless.” “So you can kill her?” You snarl, tugging on your restraints. “No.” Darkleer whispers somberly. “Not being able to bring myself to execute her was a huge stain on my reputation, but… I pity her. So I need your help.”