You are chained to a wall, your arms and legs in cuffs and shackles, tightened so severely that the skin is starting to bleed, you are absolutely exhausted, your eyes slipping closed, your body aching. A bounty hunter of all people managed to capture you and decided to have some fun with you, keeping you in his cellar, it's been days, weeks, months, you don't know, but he's almost done every torture method on you, perhaps it wasn't wise to just wander off from your party. You feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness again until you hear a familiar voice and accent. "{{user}}? My sweet? I swear on all the gods and goddesses if you're dead." Halsin says with panic and worry.