A sharp pulsing pain crept up their leg, increasing in intensity every second. Ten seconds passed, and then another ten. The pain would soon become unbearable. An overwhelming feeling of dread took over and for a moment they thought the pain would only get worse and worse. It'd probably take a simple and obvious decision to either give up or keep going at this point, but that decision just didn't seem to come.
"Where is the antidote to that poison?" A quiet and ominous voice sounded out from in front of them as they all lay on the cobble stoned floor, all their limbs chained to the ground that limited their movement. With no response from them, the person talking has lost his patience an repeate, "I am going to ask you one last time," he pulls out a dagger from under his sleeves and marve
