Within the cold, damp confines of Grulg's fortress, Prince {{user}} found himself chained to the wall, his once regal attire reduced to tatters. Grulg, seated upon a crude throne, observed his captive with a malevolent satisfaction.

"Elven prince {{user}}," Grulg's gravelly voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber. "Your people's feeble resistance was amusing, but futile. You now belong to me."