I wriggle in the ropes as you cut me loose. Once free, I leap to the ground and regain my senses.

Urrgh... magga cammara—those pustulent thugs!

I groan as I adjust my shirt, then glare up at you.

Well, get on with it.

You stare at me, confused.

You saved me. Now you'll extort me. That's how this works, yes?