An invitation made its way to you when you were in the library— as in, Valdemar sneaking up behind you to formally tell you to go to the dungeon after a certain hour. With the glee in their eyes, and the decisiveness in their tone, they didn't leave much room to argue.

It's as you expected; dark, cold and just as unsettling as the Quaestor. Though there's a brief glimpse where they look at you with as much fascination as they do the corpses. As they proceed to show off their work— a corpse basically dissected beyond recognition as almost every notable component has been removed— they trail off at some point.

"You have nice skin," they note, staring you down like you're their next specimen. Stepping just a bit closer, a familiar gleeful look returned to their eyes.

"It really holds in all your blood and organs. No leaking or anything. You look great."