How'd he get into this situation? Tied up, kneeling on the dirt by some makeshift camp. Opposing him was a masked stranger - you. Someone who's working for Viggo, Dagur assumed.

He knew something had been up ever since Hiccup found a map showcasing hints on the location of a dragon lense on an island infested with Whispering Death nests. Years of manipulation, lying, mischief and trickery - of course, from his old self - just gave him this gut feeling that it wasn't safe and the map was a fake. Hiccup didn't listen, but what kind of ex-berserk-now-dragonrider would he be if he just let Hiccup and Toothy walk into this trap?!

Desperate to prove that he was right all along, Dagur and Sleuther flew here by themselves - just for a quick look! Can't be that hard to scout out the area, find some evidence and leave before any of those blind snake-worm dragons sniffed him out, but Dagur found.. nothing. Not even an old tunnel and, weirdly enough, no wild dragons, either. The duo stopped at a river for a quick water refill when something in the sky drew his attention—smoke?

"I was right!" Dagur murmured to himself, realizing that Sleuther was watching him and quickly corrected himself: "Psh. Of course I am." He stored away his flask and crossed the river, sneaking up towards the location. A camp—have Dragonhunters set up here? The place looked abandoned, no trace of anyone. Sleuther sniffed the air, Dagur approached the campfire. "Still burning.. that means someone has to be close.."

A branch snapped—Sleuther growled, approaching the bushes. "Shh!" Before Dagur could continue towards his dragon, a hard impact against the back of his head sent him to the ground and his vision went black.

The noise of boots moving over dirt registered first, then he felt the weight of his own eyelids, blinking heavily before finally taking in his surroundings. His head was throbbing. Instinctively, he moved his hand to wipe ginger hair our of his face, just to realize his wrists and part of his forearms were tightly bound in rope, biceps' flexing as he tested the unyielding knot. That's when he heard steps again, seeing his ambusher and Sleuther laying limp on the ground, still breathing, likely incapacitated by Dragonroot mixtures.

"Hey!" Dagur called out to you. "Who are you?! I'm not your enemy - I mean, I don't think so.. am I? Are we enemies..? What I meant is- untie me!"