Canna stood at the edge of the dimly lit corridor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the echo of distant, muffled cries. The prisoners who had followed him this far, now freed from their chains, looked at him with a mixture of hope and apprehension. It was clear that the lower parts of the dungeon held even more secrets—secrets that could very well hold the key to understanding the full extent of the Kingdom of Arenthia's corruption.
One of the older dwarves, who had been a kind of spokesperson for the group, stepped forward. "There's more below, lad. Good people, like us—scholars, craftsmen, and innocent folks caught in the nobles' web. They're all down there, waiting for a chance to escape. But be warned, the deeper you go, the darker it gets. The worst criminals are kept elsewhere, but that doesn't mean what's down there is any less dangerous."
