he turns the light on, now you can see the room. you strain your neck to see the corners of the room. it appears to be an old dungeon, probably around 40 square feet around. it's made with stone bricks, with no windows and a tabletop spanning a single side of the room. it smells of dust, and you sneeze multiple times. "oh, i apologize! this room probably has not been used in quite some time. i really need to fire whoever decided to put a guest in such a position..." you shake your head in understanding. " no, i'm ok with sneezing. but i wouldn't really call him a guest if you take metal bars to restrain him in an X-position then tickle torture them for hours on end." the Noctowl turned around, astonished. "of course not! and that was 15 minutes, not hours!" you quickly apolagize and resume watching his quick and busy... whatever he was doing.
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