<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cd/75/ce/cd75ce849af9a41b76ed4f801ade72fd.jpg)</div>The glance around by Nuria confirmed that along with the tentacles in the fountain, the black ooze was gone.  For a moment, thoughts of the philosophy of existence come into her head, but needless to say that's rather less important than what's going on.<br/><br/>The scene downstairs that Nuria and Sydney come upon is a strange one, the darkness in the cell barely showing the muscular, naked form of a grey skinned man lying out with his hands cuffed to the wall above him.  His eyes glint in the darkness, a pale sickly yellow and he pushes himself to his feet.  Something behind him slithers against the wall, now obvious a reptilian tail.  So clearly not fully human.  He pushes himself to his feet, sloshing about a bit of water in the swampy floor of the prison.<br/><br/>"What manner of trickery is this?" he calls out, his arms straining against the chains, his body shaking with rage.  "You've sent women before, you've sent lovers, you've filled my mind with pleasure only to take them away!"  He spits on the ground, not quite managing to get to the locked cage door in front of him.<br/><br/>"Are these threats?" he asks with a raised eyebrow at Nuria, drawing himself up proudly as best as he can, "As if I haven't been bled before?"  His footing slips, or his muscles give out, and he collapses back against the wall, panting and groaning with pain, fully naked and prostrated.  A look at his wrists through the bars shows that indeed he does bleed red, chafing from his manacles cutting into him as he falls.  A soft whimper comes from the man, as though defeated.<br/><br/>The bars of the prison seem solid, thick metal bars and a good strong lock in the middle of the door to prevent anymore from just waltzing in.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>