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MATT: Which is the last thing you see as she is
yanked into the stockade and out of sight.
TALIESIN: I’m going to be very helpful and not go
in there with the two of you while you try and get
her out.
LAURA: So should we go in and try to get her out?
TRAVIS: Well, yeah!
LAURA: Okay.
TALIESIN: I’ll stand guard.
LAURA: We’ll follow her in.
TRAVIS: Don’t. Leave.
TALIESIN: I have nowhere to go.
MATT: You walk in behind her. You watch her being
pulled to the stairs. She’s bypassing the office
of the Lawmaster right now and is being brought to
incarceration before being questioned. They bring
her to the stairs and a torch-lit, subterranean
basement area. As you begin to approach and follow
behind, you can see one of the guards who is
currently on watch. He sees you guys just exit and
then walk back in, following another prisoner. And
stands up and goes, “I’m sorry, where are you
going?”
TRAVIS: It was a busy day for us. Unfortunately,
we’re partially responsible for this one as well.
Bad luck.
LAURA: She was also helping to save a lot of
people. Big misunderstanding.
MATT: “Well, see her into her cell and please exit
the vicinity.”
TRAVIS: Fair enough.
MATT: “Appreciate that.” He follows behind you
guys. They’re on high alert and they’re a bit
scattered. You get the sense right now that they
have a lot of their initial stock of guards
off-site right now. So they’re doing the best they
can to hold on to what they currently have in the
stockade.
TRAVIS: To the side I say to Jester, I say: This
does not really fall in with keeping a low
profile. We talked about this.
LAURA: I know isn’t it so weird?
TRAVIS: Yeah, it is.
MATT: You guys follow down to the basement portion
of this. Which there’s a heavy locked door
immediately that is opened from the opposite side.
You hear a couple of keys turn and the shifting of
wood against metal before the door opens and
reveals the rest of a long hallway that is flanked
by two rows of cells. Iron bars about maybe two
inches apart going across the entirety of this
long hallway. You can’t quite see the end of it
until you step down to where the door frame is.
And there is probably a total of ten cells to each
side. As you walk through, you can see in the off
shadows in the corners a few huddled bodies
hunched or asleep. Keeping to the shadows and out
of the light. The smell of mildewed wet compost
and piss hits your nose like a wall.
LAURA: It smells like Caleb down here.
(laughter)