Levi
Gods, this place is every cliché in the book! Dark, dank, wet, and stinking. They said this was a prison, not a medieval dungeon. The place is lit by medieval torches slotted into metal hooks on the walls. Basically, they’re log-like sticks set alite at the end. The stone walls are dripping with water, making the place feel even colder. The smell of unwashed bodies, bodily fluids, and desperation are rank. My lungs are filled with it, and I’m not sure I won’t vomit. In all, this place is grim.
Aurora and I are led deep into what can only be described as dungeons by two guards. I think they said their names were Raylin and Voldon, but don’t quote me on it. I wasn’t paying enough attention.
‘The dungeons back home aren’t pleasant. But this is something else.’
‘I don’t think I’ve eve
