Granted, you could’ve done better to maintain Anora’s cover. It was hardly a surprise when she turned on you to save her own skin, but you barely had time to think of a backup plan before the back of your head was struck by a sword’s pommel, and everything went black.

You wake to the sound of dripping water, and the distinct smell of sulfur permeating the air. The cobblestone beneath you is cold and…

You’re naked?

Well, save for a shabby pair of undergarments…

“Oh, good. You’re awake… I was beginning to worry about you.”

You turn with a start, eyes blowing wide when you see Alistair in the corner of the dank cell, in a similar state of undress and looking just as displeased as you surely felt.

“So, what’ll it be?” He continues. “Shall we make a daring escape… or do you think anyone is breaking down doors and busting skulls to save us?”