*Kieran*

The walk to the dungeon is colder and darker than I remember. It’s always been dingy, sure. Truthfully, I’ve only ever come down to chastise Raven for being here when she shouldn’t or yell at her father. How did she stand it, I wonder. The stench alone is enough to send people running in the opposite direction. 

The guards stand at attention when I round the corner, but I motion for them to stand at ease. They look understandably surprised to see me. I wasn’t ...