The weeks had dragged on as Canna and his team gathered every piece of information they could about the infamous slavehouse. What they discovered was a fortress of despair, designed not just to imprison but to crush the very spirits of those unfortunate enough to find themselves inside. It was a place where the worst of humanity thrived and where hope had no place.
The building was a labyrinth of reinforced walls, wards, and a network of golems and sentries that made stealth nearly impossible. It was clear now: there would be no way to liberate the enslaved quietly.
Canna sat in the makeshift meeting room, a space hastily put together by the dwarves amidst their ongoing construction efforts. The room was sparse, with only a large table and some crude wooden chairs. His subordinates were gathered around him, each ready to offer their insights on the plan.
