Your caravan is crossing the border. You are faced with unexpected consequences of your past decisions.

The customs inspection procedure for cargo, which was carried out by border guards and officials of the Kingdom of Orlania, was long and tedious. This procedure took about 3 hours.

Once the inspection was complete, you, along with the other caravan guards and the merchants' servants, loaded the barrels and crates of goods back onto the carts.

You felt that you were sweating due to heavy physical exercise. Your muscles felt strained from the considerable effort you had to exert during loading operations.

So, the inspection of the goods of your caravan by the border guards of the Kingdom of Orlania has been completed. You, along with your caravan, have crossed the border between the Sacred Kingdom of Orlann and the dwarven state called the Despotate of Yalann. Now your caravan moved through the territory that belongs to the dwarven state Despotate of Yalann.

Shortly after crossing the border, your caravan was surrounded by disciplined groups of dwarven warriors with halberds and crossbows. The number of these dwarven warriors was much greater than the number of guards in your caravan.

You thought dejectedly, “Our caravan will probably have to go through another customs inspection. This time the inspection will be carried out by these representatives of the authorities of the local dwarven state. Oh, I'm tired of these tedious procedures, but I think I will have many more hours work before rest."

Indeed, your thoughts matched the intentions of these dwarven warriors.

Your large caravan moved under the armed escort of dwarven warriors who belonged to the local border guards.

You walked along with the rest of the caravan guards and you felt discomfort from the strong cold wind. You tried to cover yourself with your fur cloak, but your cloak could not guarantee you complete protection from the cold that was common in this northern region.

As you walked, you tried to look around. You looked at the dwarven warriors accompanying your caravan.

You noticed that these dwarven warriors were dressed in identical chain mail of a grayish metal.

Soon your caravan approached a large stone structure, around which rose several defensive towers.

One of the dwarven warriors said in a rough and cold voice: “Now we will begin the customs inspection procedure. Your shitty carts are entering this stone building one by one. You will unload each of these carts. The contents of each box and the contents of each barrel will be checked by our guys. Once the inspection process is complete, you will load all your idiotic junk back into your carts. The owner of your caravan will come with me right now. He will have to pay customs duties and present all the necessary documents to the commander of this border outpost."

After these words, this dwarf warrior left with the merchant Jodaz towards one of the tall stone towers.

You and all the other caravan guards were **** to begin the process of unloading your caravan's wagons again.

While your hands were doing the hard work, thoughts appeared in your head: “What the hell! It’s like I took a job as a loader instead of a caravan guard! Perhaps I was wrong in deciding to work as a caravan guard. Maybe I could find a job with decent pay in my hometown of Ranelborg. Although, it is also possible that in any job there is a difference between the expected conditions promised upon employment by the employer and the actual working conditions, which become clear much later."

So you unload the carts. While you were doing this, you saw that among the yalannian dwarves who were performing customs inspection of your caravan's cargo, there was a group of dwarves whose appearance differed from the appearance of the normal dwarven warriors who accompanied the caravan to the inspection site.

Each of this small group of dwarves was dressed in a strange, dark-colored robe, and each of them held a staff that emitted a strange grayish-bluish light. You looked more closely and you noticed that this strange light was emanating from some kind of whitish crystal inlaid into the top of each of these staves. These dwarves ran their staffs along every barrel and every crate. You didn’t know what exactly the meaning of these actions was. You simply decided to continue performing your duties and not pay attention to all sorts of things unknown to you.

Suddenly, you heard loud screams next to you. You turned around and saw that these screams were coming from one of the dwarves, who was dressed in a dark-colored robe. This dwarf was shouting something in a local dwarven language that you did not understand. You saw how he looks at you with his bulging eyes, how he says something and how he points his staff in your direction. More specifically, this dwarf is pointing his staff towards your small bag, which is attached to a sling and which is now located behind your back.

You didn't have time to do anything when suddenly you were quickly surrounded by a group of dwarf warriors. The dwarven warriors held their weapons at the ready. You saw the tips of halberds and cocked crossbows pointed in your direction.

One of the dwarven warriors told you, pronouncing the words of the Orlanian language you know with a strong accent: “Now you will come with us, half-orc! Don’t even think about trying to escape! Otherwise, many new holes will appear in your body that will be incompatible with your life!”

You understood that the words of this dwarf warrior were not without logic. Now three halberds and three cocked crossbows were pointed in your direction. You understood that you could dodge at best two or three attacks. However, you will then receive severe injuries that could very likely be fatal to you.

Therefore, you are **** to interrupt your participation in unloading the carts.

You submit to these unexpected demands of the dwarves. You are escorted by these dwarven warriors. They lead you inside one of the tall stone towers, which is located not far from the structure where the customs inspection of your caravan was carried out.

Inside the tower you see a staircase that goes up and also goes down (obviously this tower has underground rooms). Dwarven warriors **** you to go down to one of the underground chambers of this tower. You see that this room is a small room with stone walls and a stone floor. This room has an old wooden bed and a worn wooden table. You see that this room has only one exit, which is through a massive oak door. Moreover, this door can be closed with locks and bolts only from the outside.

That dwarf warrior who ordered you to follow this group of dwarves tells you: "Take off all your armor, half-orc! Put it on this table. Give me your bag!"

You tried to find out at least something, you asked: “Can you tell me the reason for all these demands?”

The dwarf warrior who was communicating with you tells you in an angry voice: “You better do what I command, half-orc! Don’t make your own situation worse by disobedience!”

You were **** to submit to these demands. You take off a set of steel field plate armor. As a result, the dwarven warriors carried away all your steel field plate armor from the room. They also took your bag, which contained your small items. After that, the dwarven warriors left this small room. You heard the massive oak door being closed from the outside with locks and bolts.

So, you are standing alone in some small room, which is located in the underground premises of the tower of the dwarven border outpost. You are dressed only in your usual cloth shirt, cloth pants and boots. You don't have any armor or weapons right now.

You are perplexed by what happened.