You wake up in an unfamiliar room. It's cold, dank, and smells like rat poop.
You take a look at your surroundings and find that you are behind bars. You must be in a dungeon but you can not remember how you got there.
Just down the hall you can hear rhythmic thumping. Taking in your new surroundings you heard chuckeling coming from a hole in a wall.
You watch as a large rat slink into your cell. Behind it is a wagon of seemingly random objects attached to its hip.
"Hello hello wayward traveler,"
it exclaimes.
"Seems you have found yourself in a bit of a predicament. But you are in luck!
I am a merchent of many things and might have something that can help you escape, but only at a price of something you value.
What do you say? The rat grins attempting to come off as charming an old rat can be.
