Luka slumped back down onto the floor, resting his head against the stone wall as his thoughts drifted to his personal maid, Serene.
'She couldn't have gotten herself arrested, could she?' he pondered, his fingers tapping idly against the stone floor. No… I don't see her anywhere…'
He glanced around once more.
'Though, she could be in another location… or maybe she managed to slip away…'
Luka rubbed the bridge of his nose, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
'This whole situation is fucked.'
He didn't even get a proper explanation—just a lot of shouting, a bit of shoving, and then darkness.
Now, he was sitting in some underground Elven dungeon, with no clue where his personal maid was or even what happened to the elf girl.
'I swear, I save a royal and get thrown in a cell. Just my luck.'
Suddenly, the soft clack of footsteps broke the silence, echoing down the stone corridor.
Luka's eyes snapped open, his senses sharpening.
