"H-...Hey," you mumble through the bars.

No reaction.

You take a breath, gather your courage, and try a little louder.

"H-Hey, asshole!"

Too much courage. Dial it back some.

"You alive in there?"

But alas, the cell's rather grotesque occupant does not react. You're pretty confident they're really dead, though that doesn't rule out any possible traps, infectious diseases, or other ways a face-to-face encounter could go wrong.

You decide to leave the corpse and the knife alone for now--you might return here later when you're a little more sure of what's going on and what you might be dealing with. The temptation to just kick in the door and hurl your torch at it is strong, though.


Very strong.


You resist the urge and continue on down the hall. It's more of the same, unimpressive and poorly furnished prison cells and poor upkeep. You soon reach the door at the end of the hallway; it has a barred window like the cell doors, allowing you to see there's nothing dangerous lurking on the other side.

You step into the next room, which is a shorter, curved passage. You can see a shield, two barrels, and a couple of papers pinned to the nearby wall. On the other side of this vaguely L shaped room is another door; through its bars, you can see a long hallway lined on either side by cell doors. It looks a great deal like the hall you just came through, but in a different direction.

Not identical, but very similar.