text: You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.
  
  
  "Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open," a harsh voice growls.
  
  
  You try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.
  
  
  "A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?"
  > You lie
  "She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings."
  
  
  You see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.
  
  
  "Liar. The knife speaks to your honesty. The truth, now, or you die."