By all means, he should have killed you or let you flee like the rest of the household servants. But one look at you stopped him, you do not know why. You are now a prisoner of the dark army. You do not know what sort of magic your enemies possess or how to escape from their midst.

You ride with Commander Rhodes, atop his horse. Your hands and legs are bound. After a moment, he feels your gaze and looks down at you.

“No use in staring. You will not find a way to escape your bindings.”