Varran bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming out as the floor fell; his other hand clenched the stone slab tightly for at least some support... and at the all too sudden stop, he crashed down against the pedestal, hissing out in pain before taking out some of his pain by yelling "FUCK!"<br/><br/>The swarthy elf eventually - he was in no rush anywhere, now was he? - got up from the slab, groaning and shaking his head to clear his mind a little, turning his attention to the little window. He walked - carefully, as if afraid the room would begin moving again - over to it, peering through it, trying to make sense of what he was seeing before leaning back up again. He spun around and walked over to the portcullis, trying to - likely in vain - lift the heavy thing out of the way. "I'm honestly not at all sure I'm having fun anymore.", he complained to himself. "And if anyone hears, this is a really, REALLY bad joke for being a jail cell, alright?!", he yelled out into the hallway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>