<em>"Ha! At least you know your place."</em>Zaiobe preened at Yazhu's praise, but then frowned and clicked her talons menacingly.<em>"I'm mute, not deaf. But yes, I have heard of a new prisoner in the dungeons... if you hurry you might visit her before Buttersnips turns her into a roast."</em>The harpy licked her lips.<em>The corby priestess? She used to be their leader, before Kikonu took over. Now she secludes herself in her shrine, trying to make it worthy of Pazuzu."</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pE5cuaH.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4vfTba6.jpg)</div>Afterwards, Yazhu and Ameiko descended into Brinewall Castle Dungeon, though it was more of a basement with more rooms dedicated to utility purposes than actual dungeon cells.<br/><br/><strong>V1 Mess Hall:</strong>Even though the doors to this hall were closed, that couldn't entirely stop the horrible smell wafting through the cracks. "Troglodytes," Ameiko said making a face. Thanks to the stench nobody, not even the castle inhabitants, entered this hall unless absolutely necessary, and there was no reason to go there, so...<br/><br/><em>Yazhu and Ameiko skip this room unless Yazhu insists otherwise.</em><br/><br/><strong>V4 Kitchen:</strong>The stairs that everyone did use lead down into this hall. Stone pillars support the ceiling over this large kitchen, complete with fire pits, tables, and pantries. Buttersnips was here, cooking feverishly like a madwoman while shouting obscenities at a pair of hapless dire corby assistants that would make a master chef blush.<br/><br/>The doors to V1 were barred shut and the cracks stuffed with aromatic herbs, which stopped the stench coming through. The strong wooden door in the east wall (leading to the unlabeled passage) was locked. Yazhu and Ameiko could get to V7 without getting in Buttersnips's way, but trying to explore V4 or access V5 or V6 would take them through her domain.<br/><br/><strong>V7 Cistern:</strong>A pool of dark water lay in the center of this domed room, surrounded by four stone pillars, but otherwise empty. It turned out to be nothing more than the castle's water supply.<br/><br/><strong>V8 Dungeon:</strong>Not quite a torture chamber, this dungeon featured three cells made of iron bars, one to the north and two to the south. A filthy, nestlike bed lay in the middle of the room, heaped around a central stone pillar next to what could only be a half-eaten giant centipede the size of a horse. The southwestern cage held a small pile of armor and weapons.<br/><br/>The door to the northern dungeon cells was open and currently occupied - a muscular but dim-witted ogre, with three large keys hanging from a jailer's key-ring strung around his girthy waist, was just finishing having his way with a naked Ulfen woman chained up to the wall, who was out of it with her eyes rolled up and tongue out in<em>ahegao</em>after having her brains fucked out of her. He pulled his ogre-sized member out of her abused sex, yellowish seed so thick that it couldn't drip out of her still-gaping hole until it gathered into heavy globs  first.<br/><br/>The ogre turned around and noticed that he had an audience! He stopped still for a few seconds in surprise, trying to process the situation in his dull mind, meaty arm not even straying to the uprooted sapling leaning against the wall that passed for a greatclub, warty cock still sticking out strong from his crude armor of uncured hides. Finally he grunted, forming words so slowly that they could drive one mad with impatience, "Chef Butters say ten-dur-rise mans! Slugwort ten-dur-rise you's too?"