A Small Cell                                           -      N      - 
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The inhabitants of this cell cringe in fear as you duck your head through
the opening. Visitors to this forsaken place can mean only one thing, time
to slave in the mines again, or possibly time to die.  The feeling of utter
despair is overwhelming as the slaves clutch what little rags they wear
about their bodies and flinch away from the light of your torch.  
A ragged minotaur slave rests on the ground
A ragged minotaur slave rests on the ground
A thin, gaunt human dressed in nothing more than rags huddles in the corner
A thin, gaunt human dressed in nothing more than rags huddles in the corner

A thin, gaunt human dressed in nothing more than rags huddles in the corner.
A ragged minotaur slave rests on the ground.