Thread: Under the Thumb of a Tyrant (Valanaer x Swagbeast)

The effects of alcohol were particularly effective for Cain who rarely drank more than a cup or two of anything, and his consumption after leaving Ammon's chambers was no small amount. In fact he had almost emptied a full bottle, enough to dull even the most tolerant of senses. So on the night he should have been most wary, due to the words exchanged between himself and Ammon, he was completely unaware, his mind muddled by the heavy amounts of alcohol. The only positive thing about the situation was that he had passed out on his bedroll as opposed to the ground or in the chair, although it did allow Cain to be crept up on without even a stir. The usually alert Cain easily being carried away without the slightest resistance, without even waking from his slumber. Cain didn't awake until some time after he was sat in the chair, his body being slow to wake even in the uncertain environment he found himself in. Of course at first he didn't even know where it was he was at and, for a moment, believed himself to be dreaming. It was only after the blurriness left his eyes and he began to regain some cognitive function that he came to the conclusion that he was not dreaming and instead was in a great deal of peril, his head turning slightly to see Ammon and Edmure, two people that gave him no comfort to see when awaking in such a place, though he was still not entirely sure where he was. If he had to guess it was underground, the roots growing through some of the cracks in the wall hinting towards an underground location, or at least partially so. Immediately that led him to the assumption they were beneath the Cathedral, yet beyond that he hadn't the slightest clue. Cain's specific location wasn't his main concern, in fact it was barely a concern at all, what did make him a bit nervous was Ammon being present, her involvement meaning he was not in a good position. He didn't speak or yell out, or even try to run as he put all of it together in his head but instead chose to sit up on the chair he had been placed on and try to gather himself. It was not easy to gather himself or build any form of confidence in his current situation, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. The only reason he was even able to keep his calm was due to his own expectations after the slight outburst he had earlier, part of him foreseeing an outcome similar to the one he found himself in. Cain was of course doing more than sitting quietly though, he was searching the room for anything that could be of help in keeping alive if things continued to descend from his current position, a weapon of some sort. Unfortunately for him his sword and other weapons were still in his tent. To make matters worse he could see no visible weapon anywhere in the room, no doubt Ammon having picked it for that reason among others. With nothing left to do he simply looked back to Ammon, his eyes staring at her as if trying to find answers without speaking. The tome in her hand not being so threatening but it didn't comfort him either. He just had to hope either the situation wasn't as bad as it seemed, or that he could find a way to escape during whatever came next. For either of those things to happen he needed to figure out just what was going on and while he could remain silent and find out eventually, he decided to speak up, knowing that since he was no longer asleep that it would have began soon enough anyways, keeping his smart mouth away and remaining serious. Ammon, not that I am all to surprised by my rather unexpected awakening but what in the hell is going on? None of the overconfidence was present in his voice, instead it was low and deliberate, his words almost hissed in anger.