Re: Part 59e - Prison break
The stairs wind downwards, a tight widdershins spiral, old and worn and slick with water now. Treacherous they are, but there is a rope affixed through cold metal rings on the wall which forms the outer side of the staircase.
Down they go, that wall first made of stone blocks, then of rough-hewn rock, and then, after perhaps a hundred steps, the rope ends, and the air changes. There is no longer an outer wall. The staircase descends through void, echoes of their footsteps coming back from the distance, and disturbing the sleep of bats somewher in the dark extents of the vault.
Fortunately they reach the end of the stairs shortly afterwards, as signalled by the fact that they step into cold water, rising almost to their knees, at least for the humans.
And again there is a rope, this one suspended from a row of metal stanchions, leading away into the blackness. Now the shuffle along, the rope their sole guide through the water, and after a time which seems like hours, but is probably far less, they enter a tunnel, which climbs steeply, just a couple of feet, out of the water, then makes two sharp turns, left and right, before they are blinded by the almost unbearable brightness of a single candle stub, standing on an old table in a large room. It's cold down here, and breath mists, to sparkle ethereally in the candlelight.
One half of the room is blocked off, by steel bars, thick as a man's wrist, and rusted, while opposite the place where the trio entered, a flight of steps climbs up, some twenty feet, to a heavy wooden door.
The area beyond the bars is empty, save for a pile of ragged blankets.