The Black Citadel
A scrawny looking man is sitting in a corner. He is chained around the feet so he must be unable to walk around his cell very well you fathom. One hand is holding his chain and the other is stroking it like one would a cat. He blinks as he looks up into the bright light of your oil lamp and face at the hatch.
"Mother," he murmursÂ…"Mother!" he shouts.
He looks closely and discovers that you're not his mother and he looks away and continues stroking the chain. It doesn't look like Vandil to you so you close the hatch.
"Mother," he murmursÂ…"Mother!" he shouts.
He looks closely and discovers that you're not his mother and he looks away and continues stroking the chain. It doesn't look like Vandil to you so you close the hatch.