A sudden rush of fear crossed the jailer's face as Kasumi presented the letter.  He then stepped into the back, and returned rolling up the scroll after a few moments.  In an offhand manner, he said:   "He truly is a madman."<br/><br/>He walked across the room to an entry barred with a jail cell door, and applied to it a long iron key from a bundle of keys at his hip pocket.  With a loud thunk, the door was unlocked, and it was opened for Kasumi.  The jailer extended his hand into the darkness, inviting the monk politely to enter into the depths of darkness.  The jail was in itself somewhat uncommon, in that it had been long ago carved out of bedrock, and it was as such damp and dark, and the flicker of torchlight played games with the uneven surfaces that surrounded the two as they entered into a long hallway that contained a number of pockets that more often than not led to other hallways.  He led her directly to the common cell that contained the journalist and his friends, looked inside, and then muttered:<br/><br/>"The devil.  Avert your eyes, miss.  They are not presentable."  He grumbled as he kicked the iron bars.   "Get your clothes on, you curs!"<br/><br/>"Fuck you, you mundane twerp!" replied a familiar voice.<br/><br/>Another voice said,  "Can't you see we're conversin' with animal spirits!?"<br/><br/>If Kasumi were to glance inside the cell, she would see that the two dwarfs, a human guard and Garrett had all stripped their clothes off.  They bore the blood of rats on their faces and chests, and had piles of vermin guts on their craniums.  They all sat crosslegged across from one another, making something of a circle.  The dwarves appeared to be enjoying the insane venture, but were in a bit of a pickle:  they thought that they were tripping, but secretly considered that what was happening might be real, and as such, were mortified.  The jailer was at once astonished and disgusted, but he could not remove himself from the situation.  Garrett behaved as if all of this was normal.  He had said that he had seen some creature or another do this in Xen'Drik, and as you know, everyone loves to do the things that they do in Xen'Drik.<br/><br/>"I would like the right to express my religion freely, Mr. Jailer!" Garrett said in a pissed off tone.  Then, he noticed Kasumi standing beside him.   "Monkey!  Long time!  What are you doing here?  I wasn't due to get out for a few more days, and I'm not in the mood to get out.  My editor told me he didn't want any more get-out-of-jail stories this month."