You look around for the blind elf, but he’s no longer anywhere to be seen within the cell. The gnome, however, has resumed his usual catatonia and is curled back into that ball he so favours in the corner of the room. Save for the occasional sob coming from him, the place is as still as a mouse.

Strange. You could have sworn that, just moments ago, you could still hear the footsteps of the guards above you.

Timothy can finish picking lock to their cell, if you so desire, but otherwise there is no other visible exit to this place save either down the corridor or back into your cell. Yeah, sure, find the catacombs, but the bloody elf didn’t exactly tell you how you can get there, did he? Well, the ball’s in your court.