You have been rescued from a trafficking slave trade ring by General Fox and his soldiers. No one knows that a spell has been placed on you to prevent you from speaking or writing for help. No one is able to identify you or locate your family.

You are currently in a temporary military camp, sitting on a cot in a medic tent. Zephyr watches you carefully.

“The healer said there was nothing wrong with your tongue or vocal cords. So you just refuse to speak, huh?”