Insult the man!

You let loose a slurry of incoherent insults at the man with the sword, culminating in a lob of spit being hurled in his general direction. He then grabs your face forcefully and throws several punches to your stomach. You fade in and out of consciousness.

Dragging, you’re being dragged out of the dungeon. You pass the rooms of others, eyes flooded with fear. You are dragged into a sandy courtyard, the sun beating down on the lone pillar in the center of the yard. You are chained to it, with your arms hugging the pillar.

You begin to lose consciousness again, and bask in the sun. Birds flying, no, they are vultures circling.