Enyora stepped into the dungeon, her senses assaulted by a nauseating stench that clawed at her throat. The acrid odor of stale urine and human waste permeated the air, forcing her to instinctively hold her breath. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she surveyed the repugnant surroundings with a mixture of horror and revulsion. 
The damp walls, slick with grime, seemed to close in around her, while the flickering torches cast grotesque shadows that danced menacingly. In this grim prison, the wretched souls within were nearly stripped bare, clad only in tattered undergarments that clung to their emaciated forms. The sight was a heart-wrenching tableau of despair; men and women alike were crammed into the same dismal space, their eyes hollow and pleading.
The air was thick with the weight of their suffering, and Enyora felt a shiver run down her spine as she caught glimpses of their gaunt faces, each etched with stories of anguish and hopelessness. The cacophony of muffled sobs and whispered prayers filled the dungeon, a haunting symphony that echoed the depths of human misery. In that moment, the stark reality of her surroundings settled heavily upon her, a grim reminder of the darkness that lurked within the hearts of men.
The menacing presence of the orc loomed behind Enyora, his brutish hand prodding her relentlessly whenever she faltered in her steps. His voice boomed like thunder, laced with cruel delight, as he brandished a bone hammer, the threat of violence palpable in the air. The clanking of metal against bone resonated ominously, each sound a reminder of her precarious situation.
After what felt like an eternity of stumbling through the dank corridors, they abruptly halted before a grim cell. Inside, Willem cowered in the shadows, his eyes widening in recognition as he caught sight of Enyora. Desperation surged through him as he rushed to grip the cold, unforgiving bars, a flicker of hope igniting amidst the despair.
With a sinister grin, the orc fumbled with the rusted key, the lock creaking in protest as he turned it. In a single, brutal motion, he shoved Enyora into the cell. Fortunately, Willem's reflexes were sharp; he caught Enyora just before she could crash onto the filthy ground. Their bodies collided in a fierce embrace, a moment of solace amid the chaos. Willem buried his face into Enyora's shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of hope, while Enyora reciprocated, finding comfort in the warmth of his presence. The filth of his state—clad only in tattered undergarments—was inconsequential to her; all that mattered was that he was alive. The door slammed shut behind her with a resounding clank, the sound echoing ominously in the confined space.
"Oh, Enyora! You're alright!" Willem exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion as he pulled back to inspect her face, searching for any signs of harm.
"Yes, I am," Enyora replied, relief washing over her as she met his gaze. 
"Do you know how much I've missed you? I—I couldn't stop thinking about you. I kept praying that you were alive," Willem confessed, his voice thick with unshed tears.
Enyora nodded, her heart aching for him as she enveloped him in another tight embrace. "I missed you too," she whispered, her voice soft yet firm before gently pulling away to study him more closely. "Look what they did to you. How cruel of them," she lamented, her heart heavy with sorrow as she removed her cloak and wrapped it around the shivering boy. “Demonahrak nar'athara." she spat, disgust lacing her words. (Creatures of hell).
Willem didn’t protest; instead, he gratefully accepted the cloak, allowing her to envelop him in its warmth. "What did they do to you? And the others here?" she pressed, concern etched across her features.
"Everything!" Willem nearly screamed, his voice raw with anguish. "They forced us to work from dawn until dusk, laboring to build that so-called castle for their leader. They punish us if we stop working, even for a second. The food they give us is hardly fit for animals! And when we’re not toiling away, they throw us into the arena, making us fight like beasts! I can't stay here any longer; I want to get out!" His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, desperation gleaming in his eyes.
Enyora felt his fear and determination resonate within her, igniting a fire of resolve. "We will find a way, Willem," she promised, her voice steady and fierce. "Together, we will escape this nightmare."
Enyora gently ran her fingers through Willem's hair, a soothing gesture meant to calm the storm of emotions swirling within him. "That female orc keeps saying how she’s going to kill you ever since I got here. What did you do to her?" Willem asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
"I killed her husband," Enyora replied nonchalantly, a shrug escaping her shoulders as if she were discussing the weather rather than a life taken. 
Willem's eyes widened for a moment before laughter bubbled forth from his lips, the sound a mix of disbelief and relief. He pulled her into a tight embrace, the warmth of their connection pushing back the shadows of despair. "You never cease to amaze me," he said, his voice muffled against her shoulder.
"But how did they catch you?" he pressed, curiosity piquing as he pulled away to meet her gaze.
"Lok Ra tracked me down and ambushed me while I was sleeping," Enyora confessed, a hint of admiration creeping into her tone. "I must confess, I'm impressed. She was able to follow my trail all this time."
Willem nodded slowly, absorbing her words. "She must be relentless," he murmured, a mix of respect and apprehension in his voice.