Volgern sat quietly for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He was in a cave,and as far as he could tell,it was still night.He was sitting down,and,for some reason,could not move. 'Well I guess me still being alive proves he is not an assassin, but why can't I move?' Volgern thought. 'What happened? I remember opening the door, and getting hit by a bolt, but past that everything is a blur.' Realizing that the man might not have much patience, he finally said, "Well, I guess there's no reason to lie to you. My name is Volgern,and I'm assuming you aren't very pleased with the fact that I messed up whatever you were doing." Volgern waited, wondering if the man would answer his next question." So,if it's not too much trouble,who are you, and what were you doing?" Volgern realized he might have made a mistake, as he was in no position to ask anything right now.
Realizing that he might be able to shake off the paralysis if he could change to beastform Volgern tensed, just in case the man didn't like him asking questions about him.
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