Episode Five: The Wolf Among Us
Percival hesitantly locks the irons on Rebort. A bead of sweat forms on his forehead as he secures the clasps. "Aw'right then, come along".
Several more guards enter the room. They are armed and armored in gear meant to protect their faces and groins. Everyone is pulled to their feet, save for Rebort. The guards use enough strength to lift everyone for transport, but they don't outright manhandle the party.
Everyone is brought out and down a short hallway, where a large spiral staircase waits. Rebort notes that they were all brought to a room on the fourth floor, and the trip down carries them six floors. A series of heavy iron gates are passed through, before another long hallway. Dim slivers of slanted light filter into the space from one side as the sun sits low on a dreary sky. Thick wooden cell doors line either side of the hallway, with small iron grates located head level for viewing. The group is split up into smaller groups from here and placed in cells all lining the same side of the hallway. Shiaran and Sypher, Beloc and Rebort, Gazra and Sigurd are how everyone is arranged, with Krem being placed in an empty cell by himself. Each cell has two uncomfortable looking cots fixed to the wall, and a single chamber pot with a grate in the floor to empty them. The grate itself is barely 4 inches wide, with the piping underneath not discernible. The only source of light on this side is through the window, with torchlight glowing through the viewing port in the door. The entire jail area looks like it has been frozen in time for several hundred years.
It is several hours before anyone comes to and shakes the effects of the interrogation room. Iron barred windows sit at the back wall of each cell. A peek through them gives an idea of the general location in the keep. Only around a foot above the moat, to the point that minnows are easily spotted picking at the slime and algae growing on the outer wall. Outside of each cell sits a lightly humming orb held fast to the wall in a fixture. No other sounds come from outside the doors, leaving it to anyone's guess how close guards are.
A familiar voice whispers into the window of Shiaran and Sypher's cell. "Bit of a pickle to be in, eh?". An almost completely transparent Kallium allows his face to show behind the bars.