05-25-2012, 12:16 AM
Under the glow of the torch, the corridor unravelled itself to the two orphans. Some dried blood there and there was painting the walls and floor but was far less present that the upper level of the prison.
The door of the cells were each quite thick and sported a trap for food, another for the guard to check on the prisoners and a number carved over each of them, the closes being 7, 8 and 9. To see more they would have to enter one of them and investigate.
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