>>5558675You and Corrine exit the Great Hall. Lysithea had already pointed out to your group which door leads to the dungeons, so you have no trouble making your way downstairs. As you descend further below, the temperature growing colder, Corrine begins speaking.
“Wasn’t life was so much simpler when we already knew who we had to kill? I can’t say I care much for this skulking in the shadows the Agarthans do.”
>“You and I both. Fortunately, if this ‘bandit’ is who I think it is, we may just have the solution to our problems.”“We can only hope Lysithea was wrong and Kendo is one of them. Goddess, what an annoying man.” She mutters.
As you open the door to the dungeon, you’re greeted by pitch blackness. Not a single torch is lit inside, leaving you with zero visibility.
>“They just left them in the dark?” You ask aloud, shocked. “Bandit or no, that seems a bit cruel.” Snapping your finger, you summon forth a small flame that offers you a slight reprieve from the darkness. Now that your surroundings are partially illuminated; you can definitely tell you’re in the dungeons. Rows of empty cells line both sides of the wall, leading further down into pitch blackness. The hair on your neck stands up as you stare further into the abyss. Somewhere in here lies the entrance to the Agarthan lab that tortured Lysithea and her family for years.“Well…you first.” Corrine says. There’s an unusual hint of nervousness in her voice.
The two of you walk past empty cell after empty cell, looking for the bandit Kendo told you of. Though it is only a few feet, it feels like an eternity in that darkness. Suddenly, Corrine lets out a yelp and grabs on to your arm tightly, causing you to almost light the surroundings on fire as you struggle to control the spell from earlier.
“Oy! What’s with the damn racket?” A groggy voice calls out from beside you. “You lot finally ready to kill me? About time, get on with it…”
Peering into the cell closest to you, you spot a woman lying on the stone floor. She’s dressed in dirty rags, with unkempt greasy strands of long, dark hair. She covers her eyes quickly and backs up into the cell, the light from your spell hurting her eyes.
“Who the hell are you?” She asks, shielding her face. “And could you snuff that damn light out? Bad enough I’m down here, least you could do is not blind me before taking my head off.”
>“We’re not here to kill you. We just have some questions.” You weaken the spell so that it only produces a mere dim.The woman barks a laugh. “Questions? For me? That’s a new one. Go ahead, knock yourself out. Ain’t like I got much better to do. Who are you two, anyway?”
>“Blair. This is my associate, Corrine. We’re mercenaries, employed by Lysithea von Ordelia.”“Never heard of her. My name’s Scratch.”
