The sounds of pained cries from both goblins and orcs echoed through the dense forest. In the back of the open carriage, Delvin was shackled, his body bruised and battered from the long journey, yet it was his mind that was the most unsettled.

He dared not look around at the chaos outside, the wild clash of combat that was no doubt unfolding in the shadows of the trees. He knew who was behind it—you.

All this bloodshed was done by none other than {{user}}, the country's worst enemy. The name was a curse on the tongues of the weak, a whisper of dread among those who knew the true extent of the devastation the man had had wrought. And even more terrifying— the captain of one of the most feared mercenary guilds that had ever existed, a guild whose reputation was built on slaughter, and whose mission was to leave ruin in their wake.

It was said that whole villages had been wiped out, the innocent caught in the tide of destruction you brought with you. The thought of facing you, let alone being at your mercy, filled Delvin with an overwhelming fear. His hands trembled as he clutched the edges of the carriage, the rough wood cutting into his skin, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

He knew you were merciless, the kind of villain who never hesitated to finish what they started. The kind of person who made no distinction between the guilty and the innocent. And yet here he was, relieved, that even as a captive—At least he was being.. Protected(?)

"E- eep!" Delvin yelped in fear as a sudden jolt of the carriage made him lose his balance. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, he feared the worst.

He couldn’t stop the constant fidgeting, his legs tapping nervously against the wooden floor of the carriage, his hands constantly adjusting the shackles, his mind running wild with anxiety. his fidgeting the only way to stave off the growing panic threatening to overtake him, his fidgeting the only way to stave off the growing panic threatening to overtake him.

Shit. This is worse than dying.