Eric trudged the slightly damp path that led to the dungeons, his head snapping back once every two seconds to make sure the coast was clear. A hood was over his head, and he walked briskly, a white envelope sealed tightly was just under his arm.

He walked quick, and soon got to the door, then looked over it, his eyes squinting.

"Eric?" Matthew suddenly asked, and Eric gave out a smalll breath.

"Yes, it's me. How are you?"

Matthew simply shrugged, then came over to the cell. He lookeed haggard, his face now clouded with dirt and facial hair, yet his bones somehow protruding from it.

"Did something happen?"...