[Ademnet drags himself out of the hatch soon afterward...and finds himself alone, trapped in another tiny room with no sign of the way he came in. There's no denying it to himself at this point: whatever he's gotten mixed up in, this whole place reeks of magic.
This whole place is some corbie prison. Toh's prick. Of course it is.]
Hey, you! Old guy! You alive?
[It's not the most polite way to ask after Barnabas's health, but he never asked for Barnabas's name, and he'll be damned before he calls him m'lord. Ademnet inspects the plinth in front of him, waiting for an answer.]
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This whole place is some corbie prison. Toh's prick. Of course it is.]
Hey, you! Old guy! You alive?
[It's not the most polite way to ask after Barnabas's health, but he never asked for Barnabas's name, and he'll be damned before he calls him m'lord. Ademnet inspects the plinth in front of him, waiting for an answer.]