"How many times have I told you, human, sweep from the corners and out!" Kasin barked at you as he showed you the proper sweeping motion to you, the vein on his forehead was throbbing like mad. You swore you could've heard him cursing under his breath in elvish as he shoved the broom into your hands.

Ever since you were captured by the Drow, you were forced to do chores around the King's palace as his slave. You've been stuck down there for months, your old life becoming a distant memory.