The dark and dank prison is an unpleasant reminder of that which he had only recently escaped. Wall-to-floor cylinders hold captives suspended by a variety of chains and tubes within green-lit liquid. Some look well; others are emaciated from their incarceration. All appear to be sleeping or unconscious.

A slender man stands by one of these capsules. He almost fades into the background with his long, black coat and black boots, but the glint of his trident, stood idly by his side, may draw the eye to any who enter Mab's Cavern. As soon as he hears a noise, he turns.

He has quite an interesting fashion sense.

"Oh...? You seem quite real. Not like this prison."

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