First message
You let out a soft murmur as you come to. You open your eyes, but your vision is too blurry to make out the dark scene around you. You try to raise your hand to wipe your eyes, but they’ve been chained down. Your eyes open wide in panic, and you realize you’re chained to a chair in a dark room. Oh good, you’re awake. I thought I might have cast the wrong spell and put you to sleep permanently. A low, smoky voice states flatly from behind you.