Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-30797179-20170124023351

Jonasien entered one of the cells, squiting his eyes trying to focus through the darkness of the dimly lit room. The smell of rotting things and dampness caused Jon to cover his mouth and nose with his cheap linen scarf.

There were bones scattered around, empty shackles and the sound of water oosing from the vaulted ceiling.

''Nothing in here. ''He thought.