Magic and Mischief at the Wayside Hotel

Only once had Pax been held captive in his many long years as a paladin. A band of trolls had caught him unawares and, as it was winter and they were far from home, decided they would rather eat him for dinner than hold him for ransom.

Reasonable.

They bound his hands together, then his ankles, and hung him by both from a sturdy oak branch.

While they built up the fire over which they would hang and roast him, Pax underwent an excruciating exercise in patience as he twisted his wrists back and forth, ever so slowly, so the trolls wouldn’t know what he was up to.