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"There are no other Hellfire outposts on this floor, so this must be what you're looking for then," the Hellfire knight scoffs. At the mentioning of the bloodstains on the floor, he raises his voice. "Mind your own business. I am not authorized to talk about it. Take a walk and go bother my superior down below."

The bloodstains on the floor are mostly dried, with one small but wet puddle in the corner. You estimate that whatever bleeding occurred here must have been some time ago. As for the puddle in the corner, you hazard a guess that either someone bled massive amounts or that the bleeding occurred recently.

The knight takes a bold military attention and announces: "This area is the B15F prison outpost of Hellfire, under the watch of Hell Lieutenant ser Ysmus. Hell Private Jhakarias, order of the Lantern, presenting." Emboldened by his military pride, he continues: "Authorization to proceed must be earned from a Hellknight of the rank Corporal or higher."

"Should you truly wish to enter through that door, you should speak with Corporal Matt. He's resting in B16F, not that far from here. Just go straight there," pointing towards the tunnel next to you, "take a turn right, head down, and keep going forward."

When Pahleg begins leading the group towards the door, the armored man raises his voice, now practically shouting. "Not one step closer to that door! There is nothing for you there. Only authorized people may enter there. If you are lost as you claim you should turn back immediately and turn right, that should lead you to other people. This is my last warning!"

He then mutters something you can just barely hear.

"I cannot leave this position. If it's chatter you want, go talk to someone else." The knight pauses. "I can help you all right. Don't come any closer and turn back. If you want to continue your travels, there are stairs nearby, and ladders not that far either. Where are you headed?"

After the group's introduction the knight stands straight, no longer leaning against the wall. "There... are quite many of you. Eight. What would a group of that many be doing here?" The man grasps his greatsword and takes a battle-ready position. "Are you part of a covenant? Is that why you are really here?"

The armored man raises his head at Pahleg's friendly call. Beneath his iron helm comes a cold voice. "Very sane, thank you very much. Don't come closer. We can talk from distance."

"Who are you anyway? Looking for a fight?"