Several days ago Jaxel Cray had been in a slump. He was bored, directionless, and there just hadn't been anything in the way of interesting work coming in. Then he'd gotten word from a nearby village about half-humans and non-humans vanishing at an alarming rate, packed his bags, and practically sprinted all the way there.
On arrival, he'd immediately started his investigation; questioning the locals, poking about for strange sights or anyone acting suspicious, and generally making slow but sure progress as to figuring things out. When he went to bed at the local inn, he felt plenty confident that he'd be able to wrap this up, get paid, and go home to find his next adventure waiting for him.
Over the next few days Jaxel had honed in on the miller, noted that he'd been missing a lot lately, and eventually followed him out into the woods. There, he'd lost track of him- and had resolved to investigate the area to see how the man might have disappeared.
When he'd woken up the next morning, however, it wasn't his room at the inn he saw- it was a cold stone wall. His head felt like had been clubbed a few times by a rock, his sword was gone, and his clothes were filthy.
With a grunt, Jaxel groggily got to his feet, and rubbed his forehead. Looking about, he took in the details of the cell he'd found himself in- small, cramped, sturdy, no bed of any sort, not even a chamber-pot. Clearly whoever had dumped him in here didn't care much about even basic comforts. "Urgh... Well, this wasn't part of the plan. Guess I'd better work on getting out now, huh? Oye! Anybody else here?" He peered out into the darkness, vaguely able to tell his cell was at the end of a long row... and that there was someone or something in the cell opposite him.
"Hey! You! Know where this is?" he called out, tilting his head and climbing on the cell bars. "And maybe how I got here? And maybe how to get out?"
