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<blockquote data-quote="Charwoman Gene" data-source="post: 7298961" data-attributes="member: 5044">&quot;Let me show you the prisoners.&quot;&nbsp; One of the Redbrands leads you back to the crypt.The skeletons are in here and will attack unless you have a red cloak on or know the password, &quot;Illefarn&quot;.&nbsp; The prisoners are right through the door to the east.&nbsp; He leads you in, relieving the three guards and explaining the situation with the move to Neverwinter.&nbsp; &quot;I'll leave it up to you who watches them, I gotta get ready for the move myself.&quot;You hear a lot of activity throughout the complex.&nbsp; This long room is partitioned into three areas, with iron bars walling off the north and south. Filthy straw lines the floors of those cells, the hinged doors of which are secured by chains and padlocks. A pair of disheveled human women are held in the cell to the south, while a human boy is confined to the north. All are dressed in plain gray tunics and have iron collars fitted around their necks.A heap of discarded clothing is piled carelessly against the far wall.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Charwoman Gene, post: 7298961, member: 5044"] "Let me show you the prisoners." One of the Redbrands leads you back to the crypt. The skeletons are in here and will attack unless you have a red cloak on or know the password, "Illefarn". The prisoners are right through the door to the east. He leads you in, relieving the three guards and explaining the situation with the move to Neverwinter. "I'll leave it up to you who watches them, I gotta get ready for the move myself." You hear a lot of activity throughout the complex. This long room is partitioned into three areas, with iron bars walling off the north and south. Filthy straw lines the floors of those cells, the hinged doors of which are secured by chains and padlocks. A pair of disheveled human women are held in the cell to the south, while a human boy is confined to the north. All are dressed in plain gray tunics and have iron collars fitted around their necks. A heap of discarded clothing is piled carelessly against the far wall. [/QUOTE]

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