When you wake up, you are in a small, dark prison cell. It is very
cold down here, lonely. The only light comes from a tiny barred
aperture in the ceiling. There is no possible escape here.
A Mekryian guard comes in. "So, little one," he sneers.
"What is your name?"
You could tell the truth and tell him that you are the Princess of
Rundra. Or you could lie and say that you are a
servant.
You run, focused on reaching the distant wooden gate. You pull it
open to face...another four Mekryian soldiers. You are seized an
taken prisoner. One of the soldiers puts a wet cloth over your
face...the fumes make you dizzy...