A few torches flickered in the darkness and the faint sound of water dripping could be heard. Serenity was led down a steep stairwell downwards where the sun’s light couldn’t reach. The air was heavy, wet, musty and carried a light stench of filth and decay. She could hear a few other men calling out as they walked by a couple of occupied cells. She was put in a cell that had just a small peep hole, letting in minimal light. One of the guards handed her a cloak.
“It’s chilly down here, this is all I could manage, I’m terribly sorry.” The guard apologized to Serenity and was feeling horrible having to lock her in there.
“Don’t worry about me, I am fine. Thank you very much for the cloak.” Serenity watched as the doors were shut. The two guards walked away leaving Serenity to her solitude.
