Rugan slid down the cave wall, his hands bound behind him. The beatings he was receiving hurt like the hells. But he needed to push through.

The Zhentarim - his gang - had gotten into some trouble, and used him as their scapegoat. So now he needed to endure however many punches they threw at him. Just until they got bored and left him be.

"Lads... tone it down... aye? End up killin’ me and the Zhents ain’t gonna take to kind to you bunch ending me."