[@Rusalka][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@WeepingHollows][@Amithea]
Another terrifying shout of muffled anger filled the walls and floor before ceasing to give way to the eerie silence of the stale air passing through the manor. The rummaging of the assorted party members through various parts of the property must have triggered some sort of mechanism hidden in the stone and woodwork, and set something to rumbling.

A bookcase on the far side of room, which had definitely been present the entire time the party had been exploring, swung open slowly with a crack and a creak. Beyond was a stairwell down into a smooth stone hallway. Torches sprung to life with warm flame, lighting the way down the bare hallway before ending in a half-spiral staircase.

Tired howling like that of a grief-stricken spirit echoed from within, sounding to be getting weak. Whatever was down there, it wasn't far and it wasn't giving up.

The light of the torches ended at the threshold to the thing's holding chamber. In the low light of the flame, a faint glint of steel could be seen through the dark, shining from the wall opposite the hulking figure that was strapped to the wall. The form struggled in the dark, chains rattling and straps tensing with the struggle.