[Welcome to the Silver Spider City!]
This message sounded so damn ironic for a captive!
A City was far different from a village or a town. This was the real deal. The little he had seen of it had been enough to realize how serious his situation was.
Silver or white-haired Dark Elves everywhere, any one of them strong enough to be considered a powerhouse back at Sprigfield, each the strength of the Holy Church Paladins.
He was now in a dark cell with his new buddy, random skeleton D, a victim of the torture here. Somehow the dwarf's remains still had a woeful air about them, a pity.
He was also suspended in the air, the cold metallic chains digging in his flesh, which prevented him from using magic. His current situation was so harsh that it even worried the system:
[Terrible predicament detected!]
[User has fallen in the grasp of a powerful foe!]
[Would you like to respawn to safety? Y/N?]