And we rejoin Our Heroes as they stand outside the gate to Harrowstone prison, looking inside through the ruined gate. They have walked around the structure - mostly, anyway, since the ravages of time and a collapsed sub-level have caused a lake to form, blocking transit around the prison - and seen the main prison building, with a patrolling scythe carried by two skeletal arms, and a smaller house next to the prison. As Our Heroes enter the prison... Oh. I - mmm. I, Your Humble Narrator, must confess something here. My - both my mother, and my grandfather, died in the Harrowstone Prison tragedy. This... this is difficult, for me. I apologize, for making this personal; I generally try to remain a neutral and objective observer but - well, this is a lot. A lot to process, and a lot to remember. My father and I would reminisce about his wife and father, my mother and grandfather, as we ate dinner by the fire - and now, all these ye...