Go on...
The man shook his head sadly, avoiding your eye. "My friend, I
have been sent here to bring you out of this dungeon and to your fate.
Come with me." He stands, and begins to make for a solid wall.
Hesitating, you stand, and your jaw drops as the man simply
materializes into the wall. You...
"I'm afraid you've been here all your life, Fion. In the dark. In
the cold. After all, your parents were Pastenics." At your
inquiring look, he explains further. "Pastenics. People who
oppose the king. Rebels. Lately, King Selrahc has been particularly
evil. The Pastenics are plenty, and they gathered forces to oppose the
King's Army. Just a skirmish, since it was so quickly ended. And you,
my friend, were one of the few unlucky ones that didn't quite retreat
in time."
