Slater stopped when he finally reached the prison cell, located in a secret passage from the wine cellar. The hallway leading down was lined with stone walls, much like those of old castles. Lights were scarce, but still sufficient to illuminate the path.
At the end, there was a metal door with only a small opening to peer inside.
Standing before it, he was about to reach for it when he suddenly heard a voice.
"Hey!"
Slater froze and gulped, turning his head towards the sound. Two guards, wearing uniforms identical to his own, were marching in his direction. When they stopped, he calmly faced them, meeting their gaze.
The first man looked at Slater, his brows knitted. "Who are you? I've never seen you around here before."
"Ahh…" Slater nodded to himself, his eyes darting between the two men. "I was told to check the prisoners by the commander. He said they'd be taking them later, so I was instructed to check."
