Orym is not out quite as long as his abductors had hoped, and there is a moment where the whole kidnapping and extortion plan almost fall to pieces. He overhears them talking, hears about their plans to get the access they need to the Silken Squall one way or another, even if they have to murder the Secondsun and put an impostor in his place. That's enough to stir him the rest of the way from magically induced sleep. No fucking way is he allowing that to happen. He spares a moment to snag the sending stone from his pocket, to activate it and reach out to Dorian in an urgent, whisper.

'You have to get out of here! They're after you and your family. Run! I'll find you once I-- ah!' The message ends abruptly in a cry of pain as the stone goes clattering to the floor, and Orym squares up to fight.

The halfling fighter might not have his weapons thanks to the rules of the ball, but that doesn't make him defenseless. He takes down two of his captors before reinforcements come and he finds himself entirely outnumbered.

His kidnappers are not so unarmed, and the tide turns too quickly. Orym finds himself bleeding and half broken on the floor. His captors honestly aren't entire sure whether or not he's even alive, but they still bind his hands and feet for good measure, stuff the small body into a chest and that's what Dorian will find when makes it to the prearranged meeting place in the garden -- a well dressed human perched on a stone bench beside a wooden trunk, sipping at what's left of a glass of wine.