He sat in his cell on a low stone bench, listening to the steady drip of water from a corroded pipe that protruded from the mossy stones of the wall to his left. A muddy pool formed on the floor beneath it and emptied into a small sewer grate in the corner. The opposite wall was a single, carved stone bas-relief, depicting a scene of screaming, naked victims being fed into the jaws of a great tentacle-faced worm that seemed to be burrowing up from the core of the world to devour them. He amused himself by trying to count how many sacrificial victims were plummeting to their dooms in the scene, but the number of random body parts surrounding the Worm Mother's mouth made an accurate count difficult. He soon grew bored of it and glanced again toward the thick oaken door of the cell, seeing nothing but darkness through the small, barred window placed at eye-level in the door. Only a single witchfire sconce sputtered in a recessed hole in the ceiling, lending a dreary green glow to the room.
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