You follow the Citadel's twisting passageways as they lead down below the ground. The rooms and corridors down here are just as austere as those above, but darker, damper, permeated with a sense of misery that seems to seep from the walls.
Hearing lowered voices from a shadow-darkened doorway, you take a torch from a nearby sconce and look inside. Beyond the door lies a large room where a series of cages extend out from the walls. Several dozen people are packed into the cages, all of them shielding their eyes against the sudden light. It takes a while to see past their ragged, filth-caked appearance, but you soon recognize the outfits worn by the barbaric people who attacked you at the ruined tower—though it seems unlikely that these people were part of that group.
One individual, a stocky man with a wild and graying beard, lowers his hand and looks at you warily.