Athoros lurched awake, as if snapping out of an intense nightmare. As he noticed his situation, it slowly dawned on him that the real nightmare was just beginning. He hissed in frustration as he tried to tug at his chains. Everything he owned was gone, and more importantly, everything he had worked for had been stripped from him. He had been rising to power in the temple of assassins and thieves; soon he would have been a true leader of the thieves’ guild. He had made too many mistakes, backstabbed the wrong people, and even worse, he had failed to utterly destroy them, so obviously they took their revenge. Athoros was paying the price for his own arrogance.<br/><br/>However, now was not the time for self-pity. Athoros may have been brought low, but he will need to rise again, wiser than before. He would get his revenge. First, he needed to analyze the situation carefully. He shifted his tall, thin body, to try and get a better sitting position. He still had access to the divine power granted to him by his god, but at the moment, he would save that for a time it might actually be useful. He had nothing on him of any use, and nothing in the area seemed of use. But as he was shifting around he felt as if he was brushing against something, something that felt oddly warm. Like a living creature.<br/><br/>As he turned his head, Athoros thought he caught sight of someone else moving about, a smaller creature, perhaps a gnome. If there were fellow prisoners here, there might be power in working together. “Hello?” He spoke, wondering is someone else was awake. He sighed to himself “This is certainly a predicament we’ve gotten ourselves into, isn’t it”<br/>