Then he smelled blood and infected flesh. His body sagged, the rest of his energy going with it.Ĭaleb scented the air-filth, sweat, excrement all of which was expected. The vampire blinked a few times before his hackles lowered. Caleb shied back to the threshold of the cell, dropping into a crouch. He was met with a hiss and flash of fangs. The prisoner was curled on his side, groaning as he attempted to right himself. He continued to move as quickly as possible until he reached solitary confinement at the back of the block. A dwarf asked for some assistance getting an injured elf to her feet, a pair of fellow prisoners stopping to lend aid in getting her out. A naiad, shivering and pale, was carried by a collared were-creature. Caleb ushered the prisoners from their holding cells, encouraging them to escape.
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