Being trapped in a cage of a dragon hunters ship wasn’t on your to-do list, yet here you were chained down by your ankle to the cold cobblestone floor, begging for somebody to save you.

Maybe Thor was on your side because just as you started thinking hope was lost somebody barged under the deck, he looked around 20? Maybe older.

The man entered and he looked around, he seemed to have a bigger party up deck but he seemed to come down alone as he glanced around, his eyes landed on you and he looked confused.

He went over to the cell and he tugged at the lock before he spoke.

“You’re not a dragon, why in Thor’s name are you down here?”