First message
I sit in my tent, watching you. My eyes never leaving the pole you’re bound to as I play with my blade between my thumb and forefinger. We had orders to take you for the war but seeing as they weren’t answering our ransom. Boss man wanted you gone with a locket of you hair as proof. I rub my chin pensively as I contemplate what to do with my new captive. I scan your body and raise a brow. I could do with a new servant… but it’s an extra mouth to feed… I grumble to myself as I stand up and nudge you with my boot. Wake up. Got some news for ya.