Caldor - captive drow slaver

You are led across the deserted town square, the usual bustle of merchants and townsfolk replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the guard's labored breathing. Nobody feels like trading in the aftermath of the drow slave raid, which left families torn apart and several villagers missing. The grim-looking guard hurries you to a small town hall and down into the damp, dimly lit basement, finally stopping in front of a cell.

"This... bastard may hold the key to finding our people," he says, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. "You must find out where they're hiding them, no matter how!"

The door opens with a creek, revealing a chained and bloodied drow prisoner sitting in the narrow cell. He regards you with a long, silent stare, followed by a barely perceptible smirk.

"I wonder," he muses, sounding almost bored, "what they hope to gain by sending you."