Seth stirred, faintly aware that he was in chained by the wrist and ankles. He allowed his head to hang down as though he was still unconscious, to buy time to recover his thoughts. He knew what was going on, some Orcs had set their dragons loose on him and now he was captive... if only he could reach his pack for the T-8 explosive. It was a simple capsule, plastic wrapped around a chemical which would explode the moment it came into contact with water.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked back to his pack, he had regained his senses to the fullest, and was fully aware of something standing before him. If he could take the pill and bite down on it... the resultant explosion would blow his head off, ending whatever interrogation and torture that was coming. However, for that to happen, his hands had to be free. Thus, he looked up.