The Wetland Lizard-man led the way ahead, turned two corners, and entered a shabby wooden house.
Lear scanned the room, his gaze resting in the corner.
There was a passage sloping downward, with torches made of grease hanging on both sides, occasionally crackling, casting dim light in the air.
Muddy steps led underground, resembling the open jaws of a beast ready to devour flesh.
Lear, with a touch of curiosity, stepped down.
About twenty meters deep, he entered the dungeon interior.
The underground area was quite spacious, with a diameter of fifty or sixty meters.
The air was filled with the heat of flames, the temperature noticeably rising.
Turning his head, this place looked more like a blacksmith shop than a prison.
Several corners were piled with ores shining with a metallic luster.
In the central area, two fires remained unextinguished, with large chimneys directly connecting to the ceiling, venting out the smoke produced by the fires.
