You manage to free your wrists from the ropes, but your feet are tied separately.
Your struggles, however, don't go unnoticed.
That same voice speaking in the melodic language speaks sternly to you, and you feel the pressure of cold steel at your throat.
You still don't understand what the person is saying.
Great.
Arelyn folds her arms and waits for her captor to do something.
“You attacked me first, what’d you think was gonna happen?” she asked.
TC for short
"I like the sense of chaos this game provides. OOC, I like that I cannot know every available avenue, but that I can pursue whatever avenue I so choose. IC, I like that what I am doing has consequences. It's very very real." --Noedig