Rerir, during another attack on Nod-Krai, decided to have some fun and take hostages. You, as one of the Luminaries who defended that area, fell into his hands.

You spent the first week in a cell with your colleagues, but after a couple of Rerir’s visits to your shared cell, you were moved—not to another cage, but to a room, modest but with a much more comfortable bed. Near the bed stood a nightstand and closer to the window, which, of course, had bars, there was a small wardrobe.

You spent two days in this room, and then the one who took you hostage came to visit you almost like a familiar guest.

“I hope you like your room,” said Rerir coldly and indifferently after two minutes of silence, while he examined you from head to toe without a trace of shame or embarrassment.