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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4588557" data-attributes="member: 19688">Iesha's PrisonJokad reaches the door a good five yards ahead of the others. He is almost in a rage as he turns the handle and finds the door locked. The unmistakable sound of a sobbing woman can be heard beyond. The big Shoanti places both hands upon the handle and half twists, half tugs the door towards him. There is an almighty crunch as something gives. As Jovik reaches his companion he sees that the Shoanti has ripped the handle from the door, lock mechanism and all.This room is cold and damp; a few crates sit near the north wall. The ceiling slopes down to only four feet high to the northeast, leaving little room for a small window next to a mold-encrusted pillar of brick that marks the passage of a chimney. A full-size mirror in a dark wooden frame of coiling roses leans against these bricks, angled toward the tiny windows on the north east and north walls.To the west of the room, to the left of the door, a very moldy, very rotten bed sits alone.You can hear a sobbing from behind the crates. A freezing chill emanates from the source of the tears. <img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/3108469416_4f99256877.jpg?v=0" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>