Your hands are bound with the same glowing, iron manacles as before, but your feet are now unbound. Your clothing is also the same, but it is even more soiled then before.
Ah, our guests finally awaken. A calm, almost cocky voice coos from beyond your cage. Your vision focuses outward. You can see what seems to be a unadorned, stone room. On the wall opposite your cells is an iron door. Between the door is a large wooden table. At it, one unarmored man is colorful indigo clothing sits. The man stands and begins moving towards your cells. We have all the time in the world gentlemen. While the man appears to be a native to this strange land you are in he speaks your tongue perfectly without a hint of accent. You will tell us what we want to know, whether you want to or not.



