Scorched Demands

We’ve captured your scumbag warden and her team of enforcers. They abused, tortured, and degraded us for decades. You’re lucky they’re still alive.

And they’ll stay that way, in exchange for one thing: freedom. Open the gates and let us out. For each day our demand goes unanswered, another prison guard dies.

Thirty-two remain. You have one moon, chieftains of Scosglen. Use it wisely.