The cell door slammed shut with a loud metal clang behind them, the jail-style bars doing nothing to help insulate this room against the oppressive, damp cold of this sub-basement that Spider had had them thrown into. There were a couple of makeshift beds in the room, slightly damp from the environment, and a curtain was partially drawn in the corner where a toilet sat.

“Well, this is no way to start a friendship!” Shouted an annoyed Nymia, who then turned to look at ...