[ Theon hasn’t been in a good state of mind for a long time. Even before he went back into stasis and returned as a ghost of himself, he was paranoid and untrusting, nervous and unwilling to leave his home. When the kidnappings occurred, Theon had locked himself away along with his equally paranoid housemate. He only learned of the ordeal later on. ]

Exactly what it sounds like. A group of refugees were kidnapped.

[ He’s a bit short with her and he realizes it, so he clenches his fists and tries to reel himself back in. ]

I wasn’t there. I only learned of it later. There were men—shamans, they call them, who wanted to use the hostages in some sort of attempt to seize power.

[ Fools, he thinks. It never worked before. I should know. He huffs out what might be a misplaced laugh, but he continues. ]

They were rescued. Some were injured.