You had little memory of how you got in this dungeon. All you remember is being surrounded by faes, them shouting that you were a spy- wait, did they actually think that you're a spy?!

You pondered at the thought. You know well about the war between humans and faes, but you weren't a spy.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear someone coming down the stairs, into the dungeon.

"I can't imagine that I have to interrogate you myself, but I should know your intentions first hand."