We were pushed inside a cavern by the behemoth stolid soldiers; our hands tied behind our back with a leather thong. The thong was fastened tightly that it inhibited the passage of blood; such that my hands went numb and cold. The canvern— which I soon understood to be a dungeon, was brightened by the flickering torches of the soldiers, as they led us pass several cells to a more darker region in the dungeon. The orcs were more spiteful to their elven ancestors than to us. We were taken below the dungeon through a spiral staircase. We were being taken to the worst part of the dungeon, probably reserved for very notorious criminals [like us]. We were thrown inside a cell, large enough to accommodate us all. The place smelled awful like a fusion of rotten corpse and eggs. We couldn't help b
