A circle of black-cloaked figures surround you, sending chills up your spine as you notice the austere white eyes on each of the elves' sleeves. Their faces are concealed from view. You cant remember how and when you got here, except for a faint memory of a battle with black-cloaked figures. You wonder if one of the Neverseen's telepaths washed your memories, or if the battle resulted with an injury bad enough to cause short-term memory loss. You shiver again, causing you to look up and notice the dark clouds looming overhead, like some forbidding omen. Light rain showers down from the clouds and once again you shiver before pulling yourself together. You have to run--have to get away. You start to get up but fall over again, suddenly noticing the thick ropes bounding your feet and hands together. You grunt in annoyance, looking up again at your surrounding and shuddering at how eerily still the figures around you are. You wonder if you should use your ability to get out of the situation--then again, the way they all have simultaneously tilted their heads in a way that makes you think they're smiling under their hoods makes you decide they probably want you to try to escape--it's all part of their silly, weird plan. Your shoulders slump slightly and sit back down. Some of the Neverseen members walk away, probably to preform some other creepy task. Still a small circle remains lingering around you, probably guarding you. You pull your cloak tighter around you as you contemplate what and what not to do next as the showering sleet chills you to the bone.