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[ When the feed starts up, it begins, not with jostling or jouncing about (the actions already carried out and exhausted prior to recording, thank you), but with the image of a young man's face. It's not a very impressed face, with his expression wavering somewhere between curiosity, mild wariness, and a careful neutrality. The tattoos and markings that span his face pulse with a faint, agitated glow. ]
Who can tell me more about this place?
[ A pause, and his brow furrows a little more, caution giving way to mild irritation, a hint of disapproval, and then into something very close to frustration, perhaps anger. From somewhere beyond the screen, there comes a rattle of what could only be chains. ]
I'd like to know the whereabouts of my companions, and if possible, how to remove these things.