The Return of Celadon
This room is just as dark and damp as the rest of Celadon’s lair has been expansive and extravagant. Prison cells line the walls- you hear guards at one in talking gruffly over the rolling sound of bone dice. Someone is coughing with the sputter of fluid somewhere in the dark- while another voice moans in and out of consciousness elsewhere. There appears to be minimal lighting provided only by two torches burning thick with pine smoke- leaving broad shadows of pitch black around the the room.