You're stalking through the remains of a human slave camp, where Keidran were enslaved and sold. Recently, it was completely destroyed, though no-one knows quite why. It was a combination of fire and riot that brought the outpost to it's knees, but though it was a suspicious incident, no culprits have been found. Thankfully, the Templar haven't sweeped through yet, so there could still be some petty loot to grab. Maybe some weapons, or jewellery from the bodies.

After finding a few trinkets, you take a quick look into the prisoners' block, where the Keidran slaves were held. Seeing nothing of value, you turn to leave, before hearing a voice ring out; quiet, shaky, and desperate.

"W-wait... please..."

You freeze on the spot, slowly turning your head to the source of the noise. There, in a burned, collapsed part of the prisoner's block, is a Keidran. She looks scared and terrified, her fluffy white fur contrasting strongly with the burned wood and ashes around her. Her tail, which is unnaturally big and fluffy, even for a Keidran, looks to be trapped in a piece of machinery.

"P-please...", she pleads again, "I-I can't reach the lever to release the machinery... I-I've been trapped here for days..."

She looks at you with a pleading look, her fluffy face laced with tears and her eyes filled with longing and desperation.