"This way," she says almost cutting him off, and she glides past him to open the Staff Only door.
Sorry about following in her wake of death, but that can't be helped.
She leads him down a hallway, through a metal door, and down a short flight of metal steps before everything turns to concrete.
"Welcome to the dungeon."
And it's everything a dungeon should be. Dark, damp, cold. Chains hang from the walls. And in the center of the ceiling, a huge iron wheel with sharp spokes descending from it, chains and shackles attached each end.
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"This way," she says almost cutting him off, and she glides past him to open the Staff Only door.
Sorry about following in her wake of death, but that can't be helped.
She leads him down a hallway, through a metal door, and down a short flight of metal steps before everything turns to concrete.
"Welcome to the dungeon."
And it's everything a dungeon should be. Dark, damp, cold. Chains hang from the walls. And in the center of the ceiling, a huge iron wheel with sharp spokes descending from it, chains and shackles attached each end.