You there, {race}! These fiends ambushed my scouting party, and have taken me captive. I don't know what plans they have for me, but I don't intend to find out. I must escape and return to Ursolan; no doubt Korsa is worried about me. While I would love to break out of this cage and leave a trail of satyr corpses in my wake, I'm afraid I'm slightly outnumbered. Perhaps you share my hatred for the fiends, and would help me escape?
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