Kyle found himself in the cool, dark room, with no outside light filtering in from the outside. That generally meant the food cellars or the dungeons where lords kept people who had displeased them. Muttering to himself, he threw up a ball of power that glowed merrily, in stark contrast to the room he was standing in. It certainly wasn’t the food cellars.
Kyle walked down a dank stone corridor to his right, the light floating along in front of him. On either side of the hall there were small cell-like rooms with wooden benches, shackles attached to the walls, and bars across the entrance and for a door. Kyle froze, seeing an unmoving form chained to one of the benches in a cell, the only other thing in the cell a small brown bottle lying near the cot. He glanced around, although he knew b
