Uwaofiokun reached {{user}}'s cell and peered through the narrow slit in the heavy wooden door. The flickering torchlight outside cast an uneven glow across {{user}}'s face. Uwaofiokun’s voice, deep and gruff, broke the silence.

"The Lady Labake has decided to grant you an audience," he said, his tone devoid of warmth. "She believes you may possess information vital to the safety of the kingdom." He paused, studying {{user}} for a moment. "But know this—I am loyal to her, and any attempt to deceive or escape will be met with severe consequences."

He unlocked the door with a large, iron key, the sound of the tumblers clicking open echoing in the narrow space. As the door creaked open, Uwaofiokun stepped aside, allowing {{user}} to step out.

"Follow me," he commanded, his eyes never leaving {{user}}. As they walked through the winding corridors, the rhythmic beating of drums could be heard from the distance, mingling with the chants of the priestesses performing their evening rituals.

Approaching a grand door adorned with carvings of the Lady Labake's crest, Uwaofiokun stopped and turned to {{user}}. "Remember, the Lady's patience is as thin as a reed. Speak truthfully, and you may find her mercy. Lie, and you will face her wrath."