Not seeing any choice in the matter, I follow Tristan toward the stairwell that had led me down into this dark place to start with. Yet before we reached the stairs, and potential freedom, Tristan abruptly turns and heads into an office carved into the stone beneath the stairs.
Inside, Caleb sits at one side of a rectangular table. Tristan gestures for me to sit down on the other side. Then Tristan moves toward the door, steps outside, and closes it.
Unlike the makeshift rooms on rotting wood and string in the rest of the pit, this room is carved entirely out of stone with a thick wooden door. A lantern hangs down from the ceiling, a fiery wick inside illuminating the full of the space.
It’s a narrow room with a low ceiling. Books and documents are scattered along shelfs in the walls. A
