"Ignatius Blackward? The name sounds familiar to me..." The voice paused for a moment, the judge determining his final verdict. His pause was followed by an eerily long silence, seemingly too long to answer a simple yes or no question. What was going through its head? Why was it taking so long to answer? These were probably some of the thoughts going through her mind as she awaited her sentence to be passed down by the judge. After several moments of silence, the judge finally spoke up. "Yes.....he's been here. A few weeks ago I believe is when he first entered these halls. He was definitely afraid, but he hid it very well. From what I could tell, he was a good man, with strict morals. Heh, like master, like apprentice I guess." The judge took a quick pause, a solemn sigh breaking through the silence, before continuing to speak. "Unfortunately, he didn't make it. Pestilence struck at his heart and he was left to die. The rats soon devoured his flesh and crushed his bones. His body is now nothing but crushed powder, and his spirit remains here, trapped."