Hester didn't waste any time with the very obvious lock and chains on the door, it was a basement door, looking more like something meant for the dungeon—but he wasn't complaining. His sword cut through it easily, swinging it open and revealing the steps down below to the underground.

Alexander and Hester crept down the stone steps, shutting the door behind them as darkness swallowed the two men, silently letting their feet fall. Odin stayed hidden behind the growth of the forest and shadows, Hester knew Odin was as much of a pain in the side as Wilbur was sometimes, but he knew under circumstances Odin would behave.

Hester made it to the basement, little light came through the slit of windows but it was enough to not bump into anything.

The room they were in was small, rectangle shaped and had a door leading to a hallway. Dusty broken weapons layed untouched leaning on the side of the wall, crates and barrels dotted around the place and a shelf of miscellaneous items and a huge mahogany clock, bigger than Hester himself. The walls were bare with a very minimal structure: cobblestone walls and wooden support beams.

Alexander opened his mouth and whispered "How do we get up?" Hester without responding walked up to the shelf and pulled a seemingly random jar off of it, for a moment the wall shook before the shelf went inside of it pistons retracting to show a small squished ladder leading above.

Hester placed the jar on a barrel, as Alexander stared in slight awe at the contraption. "Made it myself, thank you." He whispered.

The two looked around the room, watching and ears straining to hear anything, the floor was too thick to hear any chatter—however that was preferable, Hester wanted the element of surprise to be on their side.

"I was expecting more of a dungeon." Alexander said quietly looking around the room.

"We kill all the people who are in our way." Hester replied coldly, there was no use for prisoners if all their people were already slaughtered.

Alexander hummed in agreement. It seemed bláze to the two of them, Hester almost forgot he was talking about people for a moment, he shook his head in slight disgust at his own words but continued looking around nevertheless.

"I need you to check that room, look out the window and see how many are out there." Of course "many" meant Wilbur's kidnappers (and Hester's family) Alexander stared for a moment then obediently walked away opening the door silently and disappearing through the hallway.

Hester sighed softly, if Alexander knew what his plan was, he wouldn't agree with it. -It's not lying per se- Hester thought as he opened each crate, after crate seeing the contents, stacked them in a messy pile -Just precaution- for what? Hester wasn't quite sure himself.

Crate after crate Hester constructed a small wall, digging through the shelf he found some twine attaching one side to the grandfather clock the other to one of the broken spears lying on the wall, more accurate term would have been a stick with one side that looks broken, but it would do, he just needed something light.

"What in the name of the Gods am I looking at?"

Hester spun around sword at the ready just to see Alexander arms crossed and brows furrowed. In Hester's...