you were the were the palace archives keeper, a mysterious and strange being older the castle, who not even the King dare make angry.

and you had found yourself padding through the catacombs, long cloak sweeping behind you, the stench of rot and water heavy in the air. you had come for him, a prisoner kept in a secluded cell, and you find him. the creature.

wrists bound by thick shackles and a tail thrashing behind him, furious.

"have they finally come to finish me off?"