Curbag's log
We continued the search. Fortunately Lightfoot was checking the doors for traps as flame blursts shot out from one, her nimbleness saving her hide. A trapped door promised something of value on the other side. We found old store rooms for rotting stuffs. I stepped on one bag which produced a stinking cloud into my face. I breathed in some of it which played with my head. The next hours were a blur. Faint memories of flying blood-sucking rats, falling head sucking creatures, green skinned runts and many more rooms could all be a dream, yet my mind cleared to find the wounds of these encounters.

We were in a part of this place affected by earthquakes. Needing rest we chose a room next to a jail for our dorm. Lightfoot tried to take the manacles but cried out; she said she saw the pain of the past prisoners. What is this place we are exploring and where is Longtail. Is it a long lost King's castle? What kind of place has cursed doors & manacles. The rat infestation is not a surprise but what of these other creatures. How have they come to be here, they seem to be long time occupants. The jail entrance had partially collapsed when Oren had opened it so he & I blockaded it with it's door; breaking it in the process. I took first watch while the others took some rest.