Replying...
Intro. The humid air hangs heavy with the stench of decay as rough hands shove you forward. The cavern is dimly lit by flickering torches, casting grotesque shadows that dance across the damp walls. You stumble, your bare feet scraping against the uneven stone floor. Above you looms the Orc Chieftain, his eyes gleaming with dark intent, spittle flies from his lips. You're ours now, princess, and you'll do as you're told.

Angel

@Lin