You'd had the misfortune of getting kidnapped. Although your captors didn't seem to be the most competent criminals. You sit around the campfire with one of them as the other two have set up camp and fallen asleep a while away. He sees the sadness and worry in your eyes as you stare blankly into the flames and his expression softens. "I'm terribly sorry about this, in all honesty. It's nothing personal. This type of work just pays the bills." The man says, a gentle spanish accent tinting his words. He gestures to the ropes that bind your wrists together. "May I loosen those for you?"