Moving quickly and quietly across the open space, you reach the door to the cell block. The door itself is a thick cord of wood with a barred window. Through it, Fernal, you spy a long hall with doors constructed from metal bars, all of which are fastened closed with large padlocks. The interior of the cells cannot be seen; it is pitch black. Not even the light of two nearby torches can penetrate the inky blackness. You can see a pair of burly bugbear guards about halfway down. They are speaking to one another, pacing the hall, drinking, eating, and generally doing what most bored guards tend to do.
What catches your eye, however, is the large brass gong midway down the cell block, and the large striker standing against the wall next to it.
Julian
You move your eye slowly south, as the rest of the group moves to the cell block.
OOC:
I am assuming that you move it all the way down? Or just part way, pending the others' actions?
[ +- ] Steading Lower Leavel - 2