The Prison- Ground Floor


"No, not at all. He was a young man, perhaps in his late twenties or thirties when he embarked. And his equipment was... different. He must have found arms and armor within the dungeon." Bartimeus reaches a hand out and strokes the dead man's cheek. "I had hoped that the Mutts would reach the bottom floor. If this... foul magic is any indication... perhaps they did."