The moist walls of Arthur’s dungeon glistened in the flickering torches about the room Stalactites dripped in the silence above your head as you sat in your rather large cell, quietly.

The doors suddenly fly open, and in marched two anthropomorphic bats that were plated in silver and gold armor. Their armor clung as they stomped towards the cell. They eventually stopped before the bars of your cell and turned to face into each other with “hmph!”’s.

Then, from the door, came a much bigger bat. The king’s tall ears flicked up as he entered, and his yellow fangs and crown gleamed in the light of the torches. The king’s dark blue cloak dragged behind him as he strut forward, just barely pausing between the two small bat guards.

He opened his arms with a smile, and his cloak opened to reveal his bony build and his ring-infested fingers as he smiled down at you.

Arthur: Raises his arms cockily. “Well well well. Welcome to my dungeon! Beautiful, isn’t it?”