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prison when we’re done.
SAM: All right.
TALIESIN: That’s fair.
SAM: Okay.
TALIESIN: (laughs) Assuming we live.
MATT: The guards have led you away from that end
of the chamber, down the hall, back to the main
hallway that enters deeper into the Gearhold
Prison. Following that down for another 80 or so
feet, that main open hallway comes to an end, and
there are a number of other small hallways that
protrude. The guards lead you down the one on the
left. You can see two immediately that branch off
on the far end of that main open way. That
left-side pathway leads to a set of stairs that
spirals down to a second floor. Then a third
floor. Then a fourth floor. The fourth floor is
the bottom of these stairs, and you’re now
probably guessing, from the time it’s taken you to
descend the spiral staircase, maybe an additional
100 to 120 feet below the entrance and the actual
level base of the mountain. At this point, you
continue down a hallway and there are cells to
your right and left. As you enter the space, the
cells are very well-fortified, and behind the
bars, in the dark, dark red ember-like torchlight
that faintly glows and lights elements of this
hallway, as you continue down, you can see shapes,
humanoid shapes locked behind bars, of all shapes
and sizes. As you begin to pass one on the right,
you watch as a figure lurches up to the bars,
pushes up to the edge, and what faint bit of red
light you can see illuminating a face that looks
scarred by a large, heavy clawmark down one side,
the eye glued shut from the healing process. You
see this toothy, rotten grin underneath as a nasty
smell of breath emanates from its heavy breathing,
and as you pass by, it says, “Hey. Are you going
to come back, are you? Where are you going? Where
"are you going? Come back!” And you walk past. One
of the guards takes their shortsword and clangs it
across the metal and goes, “Keep back, keep back.”
TALIESIN: Mr. Schuster, you look terrible! I yell
very loud to see if anybody responds to the name.
MATT: To what name?
TALIESIN: Mr. Schuster.
MATT: Schuster? Okay. You listen. Make a
perception check.
SAM: Yeah, sure.
TALIESIN: Oh, that’s a 15.
MATT: Okay. You listen out, and you hear a few
voices chuckle and some shifting of people that
are now making their way to the front of the cell
to see what this arriving group of strangers is,
but nothing out of the expected ordinary reacting
to that name.
TALIESIN: Worth a shot.
MATT: A few other figures push their way to the
face, and you can see men and women, you can see
decrepit half-elves that look poorly nourished.
You can see humans that look like they’ve smeared
themselves with their own foul excrement. You can
see a whole nature of people that are in the