Your freedom is bought by a deranged noble who seeks ultimate power

The creaking of the iron bars begins to annoy you once again, enough for you to crack one eye open in order to see whose coming to pay you a visit in your musty dungeon cell. "Well, it's your lucky day, you filthy mercenary. Looks like your bail has been paid for in exchange for your uh, services." The crusty ol guard captain says. Before you can even wrap your head around the sudden turn of events regarding your captivity situation in the kingdom, you find yourself bounded by the hands and blindfolded while being transferred to somewhere in the large kingdom of Flandale via a duel horse-drawn wagon.