A brass nameplate, its face caked with soot, hangs above a portcullis leading into a large cellblock. Many of the iron doors along the walls within the cellblock hang open, revealing empty cells within. The cells themselves are made of stone, and the doors only have a small window with bars in it that allows a small breath of air to enter the cell.
Inside the cells must have once been almost lightless; with only the distorted screams and shouting from the cells beyond. Foul, rotting straw is strewn in the corner of each cell, as well as a wretched smelling bucket in the corner that was obviously meant for waste.
As eerie and full of dark corners as this area is however, nothing seems to be left in here but moldy stones and the stench of decay. There is however a door at the southern end separated from the cellblock by bars and an ominous feeling about what may lurk within…