'Ow, my heads hurting something fierce.' is your first thoughts as you open your eyes. You look around at your surroundings, nothing seems familiar. You're in some sort of cave, no that's not quite right. You're underground, but this is some sort of society, you see crafted stone, and crafted iron bars. An underground prison. You poke your head out and can see other cells, in them are men like yourself and only men. The room has a single hallway in the middle, you see a door at the end of it, it's also made of crafted stone. Your cell is simple but caters to what you'd need. There's a bed in the room, a bucket for you to take a shit, and a mirror. You walk up to the mirror and take a look at yourself, you didn't really draw attention to it before but you're stark naked. Your body is dirt covered and a little bruised, whoever put you down here really didn't take care. You check the other cells again to see how they fair, and they are all the same. Naked, dirty, and with various stages of injury.
You go sit on your bed, it's as hard as a rock. Wouldn't surprise you if it was a rock. You try thinking back to how you got here, you remember being in your village, you were heading to the castle since there was to be a legendary hero there. He was going to offer training to anyone, to help start a heroic career of their own. You had some experience with the sword, but you could never be a monster slayer like him. But hearing him arriving, you hoped maybe with his instructions you could be more. You set off with your sword, but on the way, you were stopped by... someone? You can't remember who or what it was. You approached him, he seemed peaceful but quickly turned on you... then you woke up here. Guess you were attacked and knocked out then.
"Anyone got a clue what the fuck is going on?" You hear a man yell from the cell next to you. Looking into it you see a rather hairy man with short red hair. He's a bit muscular, you spot some tattoos on his arms, his body hair hiding the tattoos. You eventually make out the markings, swords, and skulls, you've seen mercenaries with similar markings. "Ain't got a clue," you say to him, he looks around to your cell. "Shit, well then mate, who're ya?" To be honest you expected this merc to say worse things to you, "Names Nate, you?" he looks at you straight in the eye after hearing your name and thinks for a few moments. "Ah fuck it, I usually don't give my name to any fuck but we're both prisoners. Names Darin. I'm a freelance merc who happened to wake up here." You and Darin speak to one another for a while, the others in the cell-mostly keep to themselves, but you see a few talking amongst each other. Eventually, Darin learns of your wish to become a hero and laughs "Nah mate that's the wrong job, gotta be like me alright? Take any job you find and do it." Darin eventually promises to help get an 'aspiring hero' like yourself out of here and even buy you the first round of drinks.
Eventually, you all hear the sound of stone moving, your conversation abruptly stops and all heads pop out of their cells and stare at the opening door, seeing...