Varis slowly began to wake up, releasing a groan as his vision returned accompanied by a pounding headache from Lucius' punches.
As he tried to raise his hand to rub his forehead, he realized he was tightly bound in a dark and damp rocky space – a cave.
A faint flicker of firelight danced in the distance, revealing a human figure. It was the same person who had been hes prisoner at the beginning, then the one who had knocked him out, and now the captor responsible for his current predicament.
''Good morning, princess. How was your sleep?'' Lucius greeted, hearing Varis stir as he looked over to see him attempting to escape his bindings.
