...drip... drip... drip... What is that? ...drip... drip... drip... What is that dripping noise? ...drip... drip... drip... Is it the sound of freedom? ...drip... drip... drip... Or something sinister? You are cold - your body shivers from the icy stones you wake up upon. The ground is not a simple stone floor, but seems to be a great deal of gravel, to make you as uncomfortable as possible. The skittering of creatures passes by your ears, and as something eight-legged speeds over your body, you realize you are naked. Opening your eyes, you can see nothing. Your legs itch, probably covered in bug bites. The sounds of breathing, the skittering of insects, a slow dripping sound reaches your ears. Your heart leaps for a moment in realizing you are not alone, until the reality seeps in... ...You are not alone. A scream of anguish from a nearby room stops your heart. For a moment, you feel thepain that the scream represents. Something bad was happening... are you in Hell? Is this purgatory? You remember what killed you, back in your old life. Your body feels... different, though you cannot see it to make sure. You hear a door open, and the soft light of a candle allows you to see for a moment. Two men dressed in black, their faces covered, drag what seems to be a heavy white sheet from another room. As it passes by, you can see that it is, in fact, an unconscious humanoid figure... pale white, and draconic of feature. Wounds of all sorts cover the muscular being's flesh, and they roughly shove it into a nearby cell - you can see, for a moment, the bars over your own cage. The two men leave silently, save for the snicker of one of them, closing the door and encasing the room in darkness once again. You realize, now, that the dripping sounds are closer, coming from the cell that the two men deposited the humanoid figure. You can smell blood.