It turns out reports of increased orcs raids north of Blasingdell were true. The orc raid was swift and overwhelming. There was hardly even a shout of alarm among the others before the battle was already over. Daurant and several others were taken prisoner. You were chained up and smelly bags were shoved over your heads as you were marched for miles and miles. The next thing you knew you were in an overcrowded cell inside some kind of orc complex. Your equipment is placed out of reach in a chest. Over the following days, some of the other prisoners were freed as their families provided exorbitant ransoms in return. You and two others have no hope of getting ransoms, and you suspect the orcs grow tired of your upkeep.
However, you suspect there is something up, as the usual coming and going outside your cell has suddenly stopped and there is no one to keep an eye on you. No one has brought you bowls of rancid mush or jug of water for the day. You are sure you hear something strange going on in the complex, but have no way of knowing what it is.
You have two fellow prisoners in your cell with you, two halfings named Geradil and Courana from an isolated village a few miles from Blasindell. Perhaps their knowledge of the region could pass the time?