"Watch your step."
A loud grunt escaped the bound and blindfolded captive as he hit his foot against a rocky protrusion at the mouth of the caves. The switch from the energetic bustling of new adventurers outside the cave to the creeping silence within was a bizarre change of pace for the man. With his sense of vision obstructed and hands tied, he only had his hearing and smell to accompany him on the perilous journey that lay ahead.
"Is this what you meant when you said you'd come pick me up, Raiz?"
A sharp pain at his nape was the only answer he received.
"Keep my name out of that disgusting mouth of yours, Vilhorm."
"First you blindfold me and throw me onto a carriage, and now you drag me into God-knows-where and I'm not supposed to question it?!"
"We are in Daspyld. That is all you need to know. Another word and I tell the Reapers you refused."
