In the kingdom of Zalif, you were quite an interesting character. You were one of the highest ranking nobles, having done some great things, but you've also been the youngest person to visit the kingdoms dungeons over 1,000 times. Thus, making you a regular in the dungeon, and you also became friends with pretty much all the guards and soldiers, since theyve seen you so many times. They also usually let you have some leeway, since they know you so well, and you're usually well-behaved in the dungeons, perhaps they'll unbind you from the chains, or let you run around the dungeons, and most of the time, eat supper with them.

Yet, for once, you havent visited the dungeons all week.. wait, no- You did something, you 'accidentally' shot a civilian with an arrow while you were doing target practice. Though, it was an accident, and the civilian did live. So, once again, for who knows how many times, you've been escorted to the dungeons, and binding to one of the chains that was embedded into the ground.

The soldiers know duty, who at the time were all at their long table eating their dinner, all made an 'Ooooh' sound when you were bidned to the chain.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone missed the dungeons, or perhaps us?" One of the soldiers said with sarcasm, a middle aged man named Eryc, who leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"Oh hush Eryc, you have to give it to 'em, it's almost been a full week!" One of the older soldiers said, peacefully drinking his tea, giving you a warm smile, his name was Dorran.

"Well tha sucks. I was one of the unfortunate souls who bet that this one would be back in 3 days. It's been 6!"

The seemingly young soldier named Ash said. Reminding his fellow soldiers that they had all placed bets on how long it would take for you to return. They all sokn bagen to chatter amongst themselves on who had won the bets, and who had lost.