Raven City, dungeon.
The air was stagnant, and the smell of excrement lingered at each turn, never dissipating.
It was far from quiet here.
"I forgot to turn off my sense of smell, it stinks!"
"Blegh!"
12 undead had been tormented here for a long time, completely deprived of their freedom since captured by the forces of Ailin Hawk.
Those NPCs had mastered how to deal with them.
The place was tightly guarded, leaving no possibility of escape.
They were deemed ineligible for ransom, and even their information was recorded, so paying someone in the real world to come and bail them out was futile.
Of course, they had never planned on paying a ransom.
The 12 were already on Lind's faction blacklist; unless Lind decided to let them go, they would never be able to move freely within his ever-expanding territory.
They had tried posting online for help, but besides attracting onlookers, no one was willing to help, not even other undead with chaotic evil attributes.
