Leonaut walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon, carrying Cecil in his arms and he had even draped her arm around his neck.
There were sounds of people whimpering and groaning in the dark, but once they heard the footsteps approaching them, they immediately went quiet.
"Boss, you wanna put the woman in a cell?"
"Yeah."
Leonaut walked past, locating an empty cell, not too far away. He pushed open the door, wanting to place Cecil down on his bed until he saw the blood stains everywhere on the bed and the floor.
Leonaut grimaced, not feeling comfortable at placing Cecil in this cell.
He continued on to the next cell.
Smells bad.
Leonaut shook his head, moving on to another cell.
The bed is in bad shape.
Leonaut moved on yet again, finding another cell that he didn't agree with.
Too dark.
Eventually, he could feel the strain on his arms from carrying Cecil around. He sighed in frustration, adjusting Cecil in his arms.