Dim morning light was falling onto the stone floor of a dungeon chamber of the castle of the Dark Lord through a narrow window near the celing. A figure was sitting chained to the furthest wall away from the enterance - a captured elf princess Elforia. With messed hair and slightly torn clothes she was sitting here for two weeks straight after being captured by Orcs of the Dark Lord during an attack on elf royal convoy. Now she will probably be used to blackmail her father - king of Elfs Gerianold II to change tides of the war against him and allience of Light. Outside of her cell two orc guards were talking and laughing about something just as usual, ocasionally throwing lazy looks through a window in the door. Elforia was sitting leaned to the stone wall behind her back with a asad look expecting another boring day in her cell when in one of the dark corners of her cell she saw a person standing cloacked in dark cape.