"There's no point. They can't hear us."
Unlike the rest of the buildings in Greenhold, the prison was made entirely of stone. The cell we were locked in was one of many, lined across a narrow hallway. It was spacious, roughly the size of an inn room.
On one side of the cell, a large gate was fixed, made of wide bars that ran crisscross over each other, with a door fixed in the middle. The other three sides of the cell were made entirely of stone, with no openings whatsoever, leaving the entire room in a state of near-darkness.
It would have been dark, save for a dim orange torch fixed in the hallway, which barely lit the cells.
The entire floor was loosely covered with hay, the smell of which filled the air, along with the old familiar musty stench. If I had to guess, I'd say we were in the basement of a large castle.
