Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

"The prisoner is in there, unfortunately for us though, I don't think he is in the mood for questions. Underground, yes, however in the early stages of lycanthropy, the change happens whenever a full moon happens." Silenes flame goes off, leaving you in darkness, a voice quietly comes in your head "Stay...quiet." From inside the room your hear hissing and the constant rattling of chains. A few moments pass, the hissing and chains are replaced by squeaks and sniffs, after a few more moments it goes back silent. "The change of light, probably startled him, we should be fine now, if you keep your voices low and your movement slow. If you wanted to go past this room at least. Anyway like I was saying, it is not til the later stages, when you gain more control that you need a full moon to physically be shining on you to change. There is just one, a young boy, who is the prisoner. The door to the rat-kings bedroom and laboratory is past this room. We can check that out if you would like."

"I guess prisoners make sense, now that I know he afflicts them with lycanthropy. He catches the prisoner, however he does, turns them to wererats, then corrupt them by trying to instill his vision in their scared minds. If you didn't before, I hope you see now why he has to be stopped."

"Not at all, the rat-king can change at will. Unless he is in direct view of a full moon, it unwillingly changes him."

"So, where to? Do you want to check out the door or elsewhere?"
Izen you feel a little paw grasp onto your hand again.

"Very well, this way." Nibbles starts to lead you past the torture room, with no light source, it is easy enough to sneak past as long as you don't make an attempt to be known. As you head further south, the bumpy surfaces of the natural cave tunnel abruptly become smooth and worked. Covering the walls are faded frescos of robed humanoids with fish-like heads, each carrying a purple lotus in their webbed hands. They move in solemn procession southwards to the end of this hall, where a huge fiendish face of iron awaits them. At the end of the hall is a thick iron door whose surface resembles the face of a balor: two front-swept horns flank its sides, and its cruel eyes leer down over its short snout. Its fanged mouth is ajar and stained with purple dye that dribbles down to the floor. "I never liked this section, this door always gave me the creeps. The rat-kings bedroom and laboratory are somewhere behind this door, I've never been allowed in though. He always carries a purple flower when he approaches it, like the fish paintings" you hear Nibbles in you mind as you approach.

You hear nibbles in a soft whisper "I mean it was always safe to have light, he is in chains after all, but best not give him a reason to try and get out of those chains." Nibbles pauses for a moment "We should be far enough for the light not to disturb him though."

"I do not know, to be honest. The only time I would come down here, is when the rat-king wanted a conversation on his way then he would shoo me away when we reached the door."

"I'm not sure what they are called I know little of nature, my whole life has been spent here. They are purple though, like the fish-people carry."

"What few times I got to smell them, they smelled good. The rat-king usually kept them away from me though."

Knowing the color, shape, and partially smell, you narrow a few that it might be. Looking at your surroundings, the nicely smoothed stone leading to some sort of offering or worshiped door, makes one flower draw your attention due to its rareness. You're pretty certain the flower is a Black Lotus.