Blow the horn

You explore the backpack with your hand and grab frantically, eventually feeling the horn's smooth surface against your skin. You pull it out as fast as you can, emptying your lung capacity along with all remaining hope into it, to which a deafening roar erupts and echoes along the walls relentlessly. It's almost like you're in a gigantic bell, how relentless the echoes are. You holster the horn and grip your blade tighter after the echoes die down, prepared to fight to the bitter end.

The sea of robes pause as the cavern shakes in response to the reverberations. You think you see a gagged {s} give you a look, 'You realize they captured me already, right?' and you smile. 'Infact I hadn't realized that, we don't stand a chance do we?'

The figures in black begin to surround you, and after seeing they all have daggers and swords that reflect in the torch light with an unforgiving sheen, you realize it might be better to go for a diplomatic resolution than try and fight your way out. Then again, you're tired of letting Thomas take the lead in these situations, extremely tired.

So, what do you think?