"Are you ready?" Kaedros asked.
When Kael nodded, he started leading them toward the prison.
It was massive, built atop a raised platform like some grotesque parody of a throne. Kaedros decided it had to be mockery, either from the Castle itself or its master, or maybe it was even aimed at Thalso.
The stench hit him before they reached the steps, the smell of unwashed bodies, piss, shit… and rot. It was the smell of death.
"How long have they been in there?" Kaedros muttered, mostly to himself. "It's foul."
There were four inside. Four humans.
The bars and the door were carved from the same black-green stone that made up most of the Dream Prison.
"The light doesn't reach in," Taria said. She stood before the bars, peering in. Only a set of red eyes gleamed back from the dark, making her shiver as she remembered the rats that haunted the slums of Solmere.
