The door was locked, but they had the key from the werebear's office. Inside, they find a cramped cell ten feet deep and no more than five feet high has been excavated in this corner of the room. The cell is rank with the smell of sweat and urine, and a pair of rats scurry among the rib cage of some former inhabitant. An Ulfen man, wearing fine clothes, now filthy and almost comically oversized for his skinny frame, sits on the floor, one hand chained to a metal ring on the wall, giving him enough length to cover about half of the room. He looks up, fearfully, as the door opens, before confusion crosses his face. "Please, don't beat me again! I haven't<em>done</em>anything!"