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The cell is dark, damp and small. There are several torturing tools lying in the corner. A blood-stained chain is shackled to the opposite wall. The dark and cold is dizzying. The frightful silence drowns your imagination. Shh. You hear a scratching coming from inside the walls. It’s faint but eerily evident: is it a rodent? Or some one?
The kitchen has an old butcher’s table that lays fallen over. Messy and dirty, several dishes and a few...
Your lantern scans the cavern walls that are overgrown with thick, dark vines. You suspect Troglodytes might dwell down...
Up ahead, before the bridge entrance, a green and scaly lizard humanoid walks out to prevent your passing over...
