"I can't believe this. About one third of the city must have survived down here." Prism glanced out the cell again. It was an entire city of rickety shacks and broken down huts. Most the people were either mutated or mutilated in some way. Several people were missing limbs, grew extra limbs, had features of animals or burn marks covering them. One young looking boy had both eyes missing.
      "I wonder why they think we're a threat?" Emeryl leaned on his staff. They'd been locked up in one of the huts with nothing but a small bench.
      "I don't know, but Eric attacked us when we met him too." Prism peered at Eric for an explanation.
      "I don't know! All I know is I've been trapped down here for ten years! I fought anyone who came along." Eric shrugged defensively.
      "Shut up in there!" The cat girl yelled. Apparently she'd been posted on guard duty as well.
      "How are we going to get out now?" Emeryl moaned.
      Quietly, Prism thought of a plan. Nudging Eric softly, he edged closer to the door.
      "You know, I bet they'd let us out if they knew we could get them out of here too!" Prism noisily told Eric. Staring at him queerly, Eric realized what he was doing.
      "Yeah, too bad they don't know the lich queen is dead!" Eric added loudly.
      "As soon as we get back out, we'll be able to go straight to the top!" Prism answered.
      "What are you guys talking about? We're not... Mph!" Emeryl puffed as Eric slapped his hand over his mouth.
      "Hey! Shut up!" she yelled again.
      "Doesn't look like it's working." Eric whispered to Prism.
      "We'll think of something." Prism assured him.
      "Lights out!" a voice echoed through the caves.
      Torches were simultaneously put out in water buckets, draining the day away until all that was left was one crescent moon hanging over the watch tower.
      "Guess it's bedtime. I'll take first watch." Prism sat Indian style on the ground.