At the Prison
The prison door creaked open with a groan, the rusted hinges screaming in protest. A damp, cold air clung to the darkness as Caelen stepped inside, boots echoing softly against the cracked stone floor.
From the shadows, a chained prisoner dragged himself forward. His clothes were filthy, torn, barely holding together. Hair wild and matted covered most of his face, his body bent like a broken puppet.
Caelen's voice cut through the silence.
"I came to pay you a visit, Lord Eric."
At the sound of his name, the prisoner looked up slowly. He raised his chained hands, pushing his hair away from his hollow face. A crazed grin spread across his dirty cheeks as he fell to his knees, bowing his head low to Caelen's feet.
"Lord Caelen! Lord Caelen came to see me!" he cackled with joy, a madman's worship pouring from his voice.
